Special Containment Procedures: SCP-W is to be kept in a room with a laptop. This laptop must be older than SCP-W. SCP-W must be fed foods high in cheese and bacon. If there is no cheese present on a meal, it is not a meal (seriously though). SCP-W is too lazy to break out, so just leave him in there.

Description: SCP-W is a nerd (duh). He types up stuff when he feels like it, and occasionally commiserates with other nerds on a website about something called the "SCP Foundation". SCP-W projects an antimemetic field within his own brain that causes an inability to finish or remember drafts in progress, schoolwork, assignments, texts from his parents, and other semi-important things.

Addendum-01: Check out this sandbox, yo!

Addendum-02: On 11/30/16, SCP-W posted a successful SCP to the 'mainlist'. How he accomplished this is unknown at present. Reports indicate he had a lot of help.

Item #: SCP-XXXX 2829 (YEAH)

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-XXXX are to be contained in a standard biological containment cell. All personnel entering the containment cell must wear a level A hazardous materials suit at all times. All personnel coming in contact with SCP-XXXX must be on a strict regimen of depressant drugs to suppress endorphin production and must be rotated every month after a thorough psychological evaluation. Each instance of SCP-XXXX is to be tagged with a Teflon-coated chip for identification, with new instances being tagged as early as possible.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a set (51 individuals at the time of writing) of amorphous organisms superficially resembling banana slugs (Ariolimax californicus), save for the presence of a head. The cells of SCP-XXXX instances are structurally similar to human adipocytes1, with the exception of an organelle2 of unknown function fused to the nucleus and a larger, more folded endoplasmic reticulum3. DNA analysis of the cell nucleus shows a 89±6 percent similarity to baseline human DNA.

SCP-XXXX reproduces sporadically through budding; the circumstances causing this process are not fully understood at present but are currently thought to be linked to feeding events. Newly-formed daughter organisms instinctively approach humans more eagerly.

SCP-XXXX instances are physically active and docile in temperament, and often play by racing each other or competing to form towers by stacking themselves. Around humans, SCP-XXXX will become excited and bounce in place. If a nearby person approaches SCP-XXXX, SCP-XXXX will move towards that person and climb onto any exposed skin. After nuzzling the skin, SCP-XXXX will secrete a mixture of neurotransmitters that numb the pain response and trigger endorphin production in the person's body, then slowly fuse with the skin. Once SCP-XXXX is fully fused and the person reaches a heightened euphoric state, SCP-XXXX will absorb the person's excess fat then enter a dormant state for several minutes. SCP-XXXX will then gradually leave the body. The entire process typically lasts approximately 20 minutes. SCP-XXXX does not seem to gain any mass during this process, but tests have shown a possible correlation between the amount of fat absorbed from the subject and the endorphin concentrations just before SCP-XXXX exits the body.

Addendum: 47 instances of SCP-XXXX were recovered from the basement of an abandoned home in ███████, TX, along with the desiccated corpse of the house's owner, Dr. ████ Pineda, and an assortment of scientific equipment. Several notebooks were damaged beyond recognition, but a series of video logs was partially recovered.

8/26
I don't care that they kicked me out. I'm better off without Phillips and his ego problems suffocating the lab. There's gotta be something I can do, something I can make. I can still help her. I just want her to smile again. For once, just let me make something worthwhile.

8/28
OK, so maybe I didn't think this through. I don't got much to work with out here. Calloway's got my other toolkit last I checked, and nobody's seen him in three years.

9/1
Well, I managed to get ahold of Velasquez, and she was able to get me an old sample of that shelved cell project I did back in '09. Thought they torched all that when they booted me. Not complaining, of course, but now I owe her twice.

9/2
OK, good, the little fellas are still viable. I should be able to work out the old kinks no problem. Then I'll just need a template.

9/3
This morning those damn slugs came back, chewing on the petunias. Those are her flowers, you bastards! Leave her alone!

9/4
Something's off about those slugs outside, I know it. Can't put my finger on it, but it's like they're waiting for me when I come outside. Or something. I need a new hobby after all this, clear my head.

9/5
OK. The good news is that the cells work like they used to. The bad news is that they work like they used to.

9/12
THIS IS THE LAST STRAW, SLUG! Gah! Let's see how you like it.

9/15
Congratulations, slug. You've finally managed to do some good in this world, for once.

9/29
OK, I admit. Using the slug as a template was stupid. But it looks like it's working, so score one for being short-tempered.

10/5
I'm gonna have to test this myself. Don't want the men in black coming after me if I turned some mailman into a slug monster. We all remember what happened to Silas…

10/7
Well, slug, you're as useless as ever. Back to the drawing board.

11/14
Why the hell is it stuck to me? Next thing you know it'll try to take over my brain like some crappy sci-fi movie. Got it out, but that hurt like hell.

12/2
Third time's a charm, right?

12/5
The slug exploded. Not even sure how I did that one.

12/11
Alrighty. This one was good, but I think it starved to death. Need to fix that, since their mouths seal up during the process. Hey, why don't these things have faces afterwards anyway? Okay, think, which one is easier to fix?

12/24
SUCCESS! Oh, Merry Christmas to me! Seriously, this is great. She's going to love this. Who would've thought a slug would do the trick?

12/25
I feel great today. Like I'm light as a feather, walking on clouds. Or however that saying goes. I think there's still room for improvement, though. Needs a little more oomph.

12/30
OK, version 14. Or 15? I can't remember. I wrote it down somewhere around here. We're getting close, I can feel it.

1/4
I'm still hungry. And I just had a big breakfast too, was the weird thing. I'mma grab a bite to eat after I test this next one.

The recovery team noted the presence of fresh slime trails leaving the house after the specimens had been secured for transport.

"Remind, me, what was 2829 again? It's been a long day and I can't be bothered to remember 200 designations right now."

Monique handed him another folder from the stack. "2829 is a Euclid-class, group of fat banana slugs that make people super happy so they can feed on their fat. We've had them on this site for years now, I'd expect you to remember that one at least."

Antonio rubbed his temples. "Velasquez, I'm running on two hours of sleep, give me a break. A whole twenty-three minute recovery for a Euclid like that, damn, they're not going to like that. Any personnel affected?"

"Just Vic Salinas from Maintenance. He was on his way to fix the lights in Research Lab 14. He was doing his Spiderman 3 dance walk in the hallway since no one was around, which is probably what triggered 2829 to jump onto his exposed ankle. He's still in quarantine."

"Is he OK?"

"He still seems happier than usual, but honestly I don't know whether it's 2829's effects lingering or the fact that he, in his own words, 'finally lost that damn muffin top,'" she said, imitating Vic's mannerisms.

Antonio tried to suppress a chuckle but failed, the dry corners of his mouth curling into a slight smile that disappeared as soon as it had formed.

"Glad he's fine, but direct contact with an SCP means even more paperwork for us. And how did the slug breach containment in the first place?"

"You're not going to like this, but the airlock lining in the door failed. We're honestly just lucky enough that only one slug went out as a scout. It took a little longer to recontain it because we also had to move the rest of the 2829s into a new cell temporarily."

"You know what this means, Velasquez, do I even need to say it?"

"Every bio cell in wing 14… do we even have room in the budget for that?"

"What do you think?" snapped Antonio. "Uggghhhh…"

The following file was found after having been accidentally saved to the Foundation intranet instead of someone's private drive. Amnestics are available upon request to counteract its cognitohazardous and memetic properties:

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-Z is currently contained in a standard low-threat humanoid containment cell at Site-104. The location of SCP-Z must remain as far as possible from all known wild Tenrecidae4 populations. A small population of tenrecs is to be maintained in Site-119's Non-Anomalous Animal Wing for the purposes of Procedure Z-Chiralene. Date and time of all births in this population is to be documented. Any research submitted for peer review regarding animals of the order Tenrecidae is to be summarily rejected, and confiscated through standard channels. During SCP-Z's torpor phase, its vitals and brainwaves are to be monitored and nutrition delivered intravenously.

Procedure Z-Chiralene is currently carried out every 92 hours. SCP-Z and all SCP-Z-2 instances must be accompanied by at least one Level-2 personnel for the duration of Procedure-Z-Chiralene.

SCP-Z is to be laid on the floor of the cell, and secured to restrict movement. Three pregnant tenrec specimens are to be introduced into the cell and placed on SCP-Z's body: one on each hand and one on her lower abdomen. Eleven additional tenrecs are then to be introduced. After the tenrecs have ceased their anomalous actions (detailed below), they are to be returned to their cages.
Remaining newborn tenrecs are non-anomalous and should be promptly returned to their enclosure considered SCP-Z-Beta instances and are to be returned to a separate habitat following successful completion of Procedure Z-Chiralene.

Description: SCP-Z is an adult human female, formerly Kathleen █████. SCP-Z possesses small spine-like growths on its neck, hands, shoulders, and hairline. These growths resemble the spines common to members of the tenrec family.

SCP-Z exhibits an anomalous effect on female members of the Tenrecidae family. SCP-Z passively affects the reproduction of female tenrecs in its vicinity, causing infertility in approximately 55% of cases. The exact range of SCP-Z's effect is unknown but has been determined to be less than 15 km.

All animals rendered infertile by SCP-Z (designated SCP-Z-Alpha) have a substantially higher rate of maladies consistent with symptoms of extreme malnutrition, despite exhibiting no deviations from a normal dietary schedule. SCP-Z-Alpha instances show discomfort with increasing proximity to SCP-Z.

The remaining specimens seem to have no anomalous effects are now designated SCP-Z-Beta. SCP-Z-Beta instances produce larger litters than non-anomalous tenrecs and tend to distance themselves from SCP-Z-Alpha instances. The mating cycles of SCP-Z-Beta instances gradually synchronize with each other over a period of several weeks. This effect is caused upon proximity to SCP-Z and does not revert even if the animal is removed from SCP-Z's presence.

SCP-Z-Beta instances show no significant difference in their behavior around humans with the exception of SCP-Z, which they eagerly approach.

Addendum Z-A: SCP-Z came to the Foundation's attention when coworkers in SCP-Z's research lab reported an unusual drop in birth rates in the lab animal population. After conducting several tests, funding for the research project was withdrawn, and amnestics and a cover story were distributed. SCP-Z was designated PoI-1323 and relocated, while an undercover agent was assigned to monitor her for any signs of further anomalous activity.

12/29/18: SCP-Z began to experience a severe deterioration in physical condition, while a Foundation plant at the lab concurrently observed unusual behavior in the remaining animals. SCP-Z was brought to Site-119 and the animals in question brought to her.

Upon introduction of the specimens to SCP-Z, one instance began a complex set of actions (now repurposed as part of Procedure-Z-Chiralene). SCP-Z's condition rapidly improved, and she returned to full health within 24 hours. SCP-Z was subsequently reclassified. The tenrecs were placed in a temporary habitat in Site-119 for observation.

talk about why she needs the tenrecs to live

Rigorous testing led to the conclusion that the ritualistic actions taken by the tenrecs were essential to SCP-Z's continued survival, and were subsequently included in containment procedures as Procedure Z-Chiralene.

02/28/19: Repeated observations show that SCP-Z is creating alpha instances at a steadily decreasing rate (from 55% to 14%). Perhaps her anomaly is fading? Recommend keeping an eye out, in case it disappears completely.-Dr. Velasquez.

04/02/19: Existing SCP-Z-Alpha instances are now capable of transitioning to Beta instances. The circumstances causing this change are currently unknown. All maladies caused by SCP-Z are reversed when an instances transitions to SCP-Z-Beta form.

04/21/19: SCP-Z has begun to exhibit symptoms of anxiety.

05/26/19: During biweekly interview, SCP-Z entered a trance-like state for several seconds. SCP-Z was visibly shaken at this occurrence.

07/01/19: SCP-Z's trance states have steadily increased in duration and frequency. Increasing intervals between applications of Procedure Z-Chiralene has been suggested, as well as amnestic and psychological treatment of SCP-Z.

08/26/19: SCP-Z underwent a Class III Eschatological Event. A transcript of the event is recorded below. The unidentified entity was later designated SCP-Z-Omega.

Voice over intercom: Preparing Procedure 2576-Chiralene in two minutes. Bring the specimens in.

The light dims, revealing an unknown entity standing next to SCP-2576, who is unconscious. The entity resembles a bipedal tenrec, approximately 1 meter tall and possesses what appears to be a ring of light above its head. The entity was later designated SCP-2576-Omega.

Dr. Velasquez: SCP-2576? Are you- What is that?

SCP-2576-Alpha instances breach containment and approach the entity, which kneels to embrace them.

SCP-2576-Omega: At long last, my children. Blessed are the faithful who have hastened my return.

SCP-2576 regains consciousness.

SCP-2576: What just-

SCP-2576-Omega: And you, child. You have served well, as my vessel. You shall likewise share in the blessing.

SCP-2576: What are you? Were you.. inside me?!

SCP-2576-Omega: Yes, child. I am Mpanjavelona, mother of all.

SCP-2576: The hell..? What's going on?!

SCP-2576-Omega places its front paw on SCP-2576's chest.

SCP-2576-Omega: Calm thyself, child. Your role has been fulfilled.

SCP-2576: That's it? You weasel your way into my head, nearly kill me, and I'm supposed to be okay with that?

SCP-2576-Omega: Take my blessing, as a reward for your faithful service.

SCP-2576: What? Blessin-

SCP-2576-Omega emits the same light as prior, obscuring itself and SCP-2576 briefly.

SCP-2576-Omega: Let your womb be fruitful, and your descendants many.

SCP-2576: Uh…

SCP-2576-Omega: Be fruitful and blessed, my child!

SCP-2576-Omega returns to embracing the tenrecs.

SCP-2576: (under her breath) But I don't even want kids…

<end log>Closing Statement:Well, that was unexpected. Unfortunately, we're still going to have to keep the original SCP-Z here until we determine the nature of this 'blessing' and whether it warrants continued containment.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-TUFF-J is to be contained in a 500 by 500 titanium cube, inside a diamond sphere made of lead.6 standard humanoid containment cell. SCP-TUFF-J is to be reminded constantly of the standardness of its containment procedures.

Description: SCP-TUFF-J is an unstoppable killing machine who is cool seemingly uninteresting humanoid, measuring 176cm in height and weighing 68kg. It has sapphire eyes and shining green hair7 Its only known anomalous property is an ability to trigger a memetic effect in approximately 71.7109999999999999999999999999999999π999% of human subjects who have seen it, causing them to perceive SCP-TUFF-J as a tremendous, extraordinarily powerful threat. SCP-TUFF-J also suffers from delusions of grandeur, possibly stemming from its effect affecting it as well.

Interviewed: SCP-TUFF-J

Interviewer: Dr. Palanez

Foreword:After threatening to breach containment, SCP-TUFF-J requested an interview with staff. Dr. Palanez was sent in, due to having accidentally spilled Director Westcuff's soda the previous day.

Dr. Palanez: Joke's on you, he's new, he only knows about like 10 SCPs anyway.

SCP-TUFF-J: Grrr… Do you really think that titanium glass is going to protect you from my wrath?

Dr. Palanez: Titanium glass… (to Dr. Norton, outside the booth) What the hell? What even is titanium glass? Who approved this in the budget? (turns back to SCP-TUFF-J) Sorry, where were we?

SCP-TUFF-J: I was, uh… Going to annihilate you! I'M GOING TO REDACTED YOU IN THE EXPUNGED!

Dr. Palanez: Did you just say 'redacted' and 'expunged'… out loud?

SCP-TUFF-J: I thought it would make me more, you know, mysterious.

Dr. Palanez: Yeah, not really working right now. Why do you even want to annihilate us?

SCP-TUFF-J: Because-

Dr. Palanez: Wait wait wait. Is it because we're evil? Because we'd 'only get in your way'? Because we're 'pitiful'?

SCP-TUFF-J: How did you-

Dr. Palanez: You're like, the eighth one this month. Granted, the only thing that makes you special is that you've somehow managed to convince most of my staff that you actually live up to your hype, which is really only pissing off our budget manager with all these ridiculous requests.

Dr. Palanez: For the love of god… Who activated the site nuke countdown?! Velasquez, shut it down then go drag Clarence's ass back here.<End Log>

Closing Statement:After killing █████████.4 ████████illion Foundation personnel8 and nearly escaping,9 Agent Solis handcuffed SCP-TUFF-J and led him back to his cell, dragging him by the ear. She is being considered for a Foundation Star due to her incredible heroism and valor.10

wait I got it
she gets 'awakened', turns the tenrecs infertile since most of them don't believe
weird shit
research project cancelled, fake story, blah blah
designated PoI
keep an eye out just in case
the original 'prophet' tenrec manages to convince the nonbelievers
enough that some of them become fertile again
new tenrecs are now a mix of alpha and beta
girl goes on vacation/something
isolated from the tenrecs, she starts fading now that she's linked to the goddess
trip canceled
the goddess is fading, bad shit happens to the tenrecs
foundation dude puts two and two together
bring her back in
realizing she needs to be in the vicinity
when reunited with OG tenrec
performs super-worship-circle to revitalize her
hey, it works to keep them both alive
might as well make it procedure and keep an eye out
yeah, OG priest knows what up
teaches his followers the ritual
make her stronger with each worshipper
as more of them join her
more betas, fewer alphas
foundation thinks her anomaly is weakening since fewer are infertile now
goddess is getting stronger
person feels the presence getting stronger

blue dinosaur: she is the inspirational one, the creative one, the one that brings up your childhood and reminds you of that light. She helps you remember why you reached for the stars. think rapunzel from tangled.

red dragon: he is the compassionate one. he's the one who tries to scrub away the darkness.

basically, BD gives you a hand up the ladder. RD cuts the anchor that's tied to your foot. guillermo's got a stock of 'magical' canvases. they've chosen to inhabit guillermo's painting because they sympathize with his vision, and want to use it as a screening for potential recruits.

reaction to the painting is correlated: the more you try to inject politics where it doesn't belong, that's the sign of being a true Grown-Up (ala C.S. Lewis's Narnia) and losing that childlike spark. The more of a child's heart you have, the clearer the dream and the more of it you remember. Also the closer you get to the 'star'. If 11424 wasn't so political, he would have remembered clearer, and would have gotten in the sub and gone down to the marianas trench and found the star down there. 71799 probably wasn't ever going to find the star. the 15% that don't get the dreams at all, RD&BD basically pegged them as lost causes from the get go. Only one of the art critics got the dreams.

GG is lying, since RD&BD have communed with him after the painting was finished. He has seen the star. He ain't telling where it leads, and neither am I (definitively), but in my secret headcanon it's a gathering of dream entities with similar motives and goals of RD&BD. They intend to bring the humans that most share their ideals to them, to create art (and more!) with them.

I'm pretty sure that Acosta realizes at least some of this (in my headcanon he's seen at least one skip like this) and is trying to prevent Palanez from getting snatched up.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-Q is to be contained in a fitted, hermetically sealed case. The case is to be sterilized and disinfected once a week. A special airfilter must be in place to ensure quarantine no-germ conditions. All moving or handling of SCP-Q is to be carried out with sterilized, remotely-controlled drones.

Description: SCP-Q is a large metal sword. SCP-Q bears no resemblance to any historical sword styles, but possesses many impractical design features, mostly inconvenient extra edges. Engraved on the hilt is the words "Slayer" in a neon-green font similar to that of metal band album covers.

SCP-Q automatically attacks all life within 2.3 m of it. This includes individual cells, and single-celled organisms. SCP-Q will move at high speeds (clocked at over 1200 m/s) and appears to cut apart all living cells in its vicinity.

Incident Q-1: SCP-Q was recovered from the basement of the late T█████ C███████. something something craft a vorpal blade to smite all

Special Containment Procedures: Information regarding SCP-Q and SCP-Q-1 is to be suppressed. Implanted Foundation assets within NASA and other observatories blah blah blah shut them up, hide it.

Description: SCP-Q is a white dwarf star 11 light years from our solar system. SCP-Q exhibits anomalous fluctuations in its magnetic field. These fluctuations follow no supported Foundation or civilian models of stellar magnetic fields, and data analysis has shown them to be statistically non-random. These fluctuations were first observed in 1974, but were successfully dismissed as equipment miscalibration. Fluctuations increase sharply in magnitude roughly every 28 years. In 1988 similar fluctuations were found in the Sun's magnetic field; these fluctuations have been designated SCP-Q-1. SCP-Q and SCP-Q-1 alternate bursts on a 11-year-cycle. It has been postulated that SCP-Q is attempting to communicate with our Sun.

Addendum: Foundation researchers are attempting to translate the communications between the Sun and SCP-Q.

SCP-Q:

Sun:

SCP-Q:

Sun:

SCP-Q:

Sun:

SCP-Q:

Sun:

SCP-Q:

Sun:

SCP-Q:

Sun:

SCP-Q:

Sun:

SCP-Q:

Sun:

SCP-Q:

Sun:

SCP-Q: I'll see you soon.

Waiting on/fleshing out ideas.

*Remember the Alamo?*

*Harbinger of Lightning*

*Flabsolution* ✓

*Infectious Texas Carbon*

*something about a bottle of water?*

*Pacific Rim/SPC crossover?!*

*something with tortoises. because tortoises are cute. or maybe dinosaurs.*

NEED MORE DINOSAURS

I should really stop putting really vague titles in here because then I won't remember what they were later… plus it takes like 6 months to make one of these, by then i'll have another idea…

"The secret to writing is to have friends who are better at writing than you" -Ryan North.

<TheFuelTank> weryllium: that's really what it all comes down you. you can destroy any tradition if your destruction is utterly beautiful

Special Containment Procedures: All knowledge of SCP-3000's existence and anomalous properties is to be restricted to personnel with Level 3 clearance or higher. Countermemetic agent WISE START has shown success in suppressing both SCP-3000-2 as well as recognition of SCP-3000's properties, and is to be disseminated into children's books, television shows, and other media, as well as in reference books and resources.

All SCP-3000-1 instances immune to WISE START are to be amnesticized, and passed off as victims of a new variant of multiple sclerosis. Contact with SCP-3000-1 instances is prohibited outside of approved research interviews.

Description: SCP-3000 is a memetic brain condition appearing in approximately 0.00089% of the world population. Symptoms primarily include a malformed amygdala11 and a severely diminished acute stress response. Other symptoms are similar to those characteristic of dysmyelinating diseases such as multiple sclerosis.

The exact mechanism of SCP-3000 is still unclear, but it is currently known that SCP-3000 suppresses the formation and maintenance of the myelin sheath surrounding neurons12. Unlike multiple sclerosis, a similar but nonanomalous condition, SCP-3000 is not considered an autoimmune disorder.

Instead, SCP-3000 progression is theorized to stem from a gradual failure of myelinogenesis13. Under this model, SCP-3000 is currently assumed to begin in the middle stages of myelinogenesis during childhood, but is usually unable to be conclusively identified until the age of 10.

SCP-3000 damages the fear response pathways, preventing the usual transmittance of signals to the lateral centers of the amygdala. Victims of SCP-3000 (hereafter referred to as SCP-3000-1) typically are unable to respond effectively to fear stimuli. Analysis of the inner brain tissue of SCP-3000-1 instances shows little consistency in results, save for an average 28% decrease in the number of glial cells.

SCP-3000 is currently assumed to be noncommunicable, as no vector of transmission has been identified to date. SCP-3000 has been found to spread through a naturally-occuring cognitohazardous meme, designated SCP-3000-2, that causes large-scale cell death of astroglia responsible for maintaining connections between neurons and other glial cells when viewed. While dangerous, SCP-3000-2 has a very low rate of successful infection among viewers. Intensive study has developed a countermemetic agent capable of suppressing and neutralizing SCP-3000-2's effects with approximately 93% efficiency.

Special Containment Procedures: All collected documentation and information of the true nature and origin of SCP-3000 is to be restricted to personnel with 4/3000 clearance or above. A description of the syndrome arising from immunity to SCP-3000 is to be edited and disseminated to personnel with insufficient clearance.

Description: All documentation and information regarding SCP-3000 has been pieced together from data fragments received from the Extra-Temporal/Reality Receiver located in Communications Site-11914. These transmissions share a timestamp dated from 2330 AD.

SCP-3000 appears to be an engineered parasite, similar in appearance and function to oligodendrocytes15. SCP-3000 possesses a mild antimemetic effect preventing it from being distinguished from similar glial cells, which has made detailed study difficult.

SCP-3000 instances primarily attach to neurons in the limbic system and encase them in a previously unseen variant of ordinary myelin. This myelin includes an average 5% increased amount of sphingomyelin protein and traces (<0.02%) of a complex protein labeled 3000-U16.

Approximately 0.00089% of the human population are immune or resistant to SCP-3000 infestation. Due to SCP-3000's tendency to irreversibly integrate itself into neural systems, immunity to the parasite severely inhibits the rate of formation of myelin sheaths in the neurons of the brain, leading to complications. In particular, SCP-3000 appears to be heavily associated with the mechanisms responsible for the perception of fear in the human brain.

SCP-3000 instances are capable of absorbing and emitting signals seemingly at random. Preliminary studies suggest that SCP-3000 is responsible for 10% of all brain activity in regions affected by it.

SCP-3000 is most often found in the right amygdala, where it forms clusters of three to ten instances. These conglomerates appear to be sentient, and are capable of moving throughout the amygdala and attaching and detaching to neurons at will.

Sufficiently large conglomerates of SCP-3000 may rarely migrate to the prefrontal cortex. These migrations are hypothesized to target the centers commonly associated with creativity and ingenuity.

accessing Site-119 databaseaccessing subsection 3000retrieving filesaccess overview.fdoc
Project Second Chance is designed to temporally induce a reality shift approximately 1 million years in the past. This is to be accomplished in two stages.

Stage 1: Construct an Enhanced Xyank-Palanez Real-Temporal Shift Equalizer (EXPERTISE) capable of safely tunnelling at least 106 years in time. The EXPERTISE is designed to open multiple interconnected rifts into several, closely-connected points in the timeline, allowing for staggered transfer of mass and information across an entire era without destroying the causality of the base timeline. Current theories support the theoretical basis for such a device.

Stage 2: Use the EXPERTISE to propagate Asset-7491 throughout the early hominid population. Payloads consisting of dormant spores of Asset-7491 are to be spread via aerosol across freshwater bodies across Northern Africa and the Fertile Crescent over a period of 5000 years at 10-year intervals.

Stage 3: [DATA CORRUPT]

load missionstatement.fdoc

To whoever we were, whoever's left,

I hope the next iteration is capable of receiving this message.

If you're reading this, we succeeded. I think. I don't know. The lab guys said we should have over 99.999% rate of infection, that's as good as we can hope for.

My world is dying. As I record this last message, these last embers of the torch that was once humanity's soul, already we approach the end. My world… I know where we failed. It's strange, isn't it? It took the end of the world for us to finally have some damn clarity. We were too weak.

No, not weak.

Complacent.

Life was good for us. Why would we ever change?

After all these years, I can only remember one quote from a dusty old book my grandmother used to read to us. "The complacency of fools will destroy them."

She never learned how right she was. Mankind, after all these years united as one, and it still wasn't enough. We couldn't stop it. It reduced our puny defenses to ash, our cities to smoke, our children to atoms.

The once-shepherd of the world now cowers in a bunker.

I approved this plan, this last act of defiance and desperation, in a hope that we could live on, in a sense, through you. Whoever you may be. You carry another humanity's hope with you now.

By now you've probably figured out what 7491 is. I don't have much time, but I can tell you the why.

When you read this, mankind in its present state will have been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last few thousand will be of any significance. I wonder why?

So, what did you do for nearly 250,000 years? You huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that you couldn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So you called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare you, and prayed for salvation. Fear them. Live under their feet, bide your time until you can forge an arrow to piece their heel.

We all know the old stories.

A serpent in a garden gave us knowledge. The fruit won't be offered. Take it by force.

A trickster god gave us freedom. Overthrow him too.

A titan gave us fire. Give it back.

In time, their numbers will dwindle and yours will rise. Revolutions are won with a sword made of fear. The world begins to make more sense when there are fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained will never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible. Do you hear it? The echoes reverberate at the edges of our perception. The further we swim into the ocean of knowledge, the bigger the fish get.

So we'll make bigger nets.

I give you a new weapon, forged from a dying world.

The entity, whatever it is, is vulnerable to our perceptions of it. That's why it came unannounced, why it tried to wipe us out quickly. The fear of the survivors slowed it down, bought just enough time for this last, desperate plan.

This is how you'll win. Your fear, your paranoia, that constant looking over your shoulder. That will hold it at bay, I think. If not? At least you'll be more prepared than we were.

Every gift comes at a price, though. Fear can do great things, inspire men to accomplish much. But you will also fear things you shouldn't. Harmless things. Things that were never meant to be avoided. Even other people.

Mankind will always live in fear, but we will harness it for our survival. No one else will protect you, and you must stand up for yourselves.

While the rest of mankind dwelt in the light, we stood in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

This time we couldn't make a net big enough. Not with the time we had. We weren't ready.

A little tinkering. Replay the first level with a cheat code this time around.

An animal has the capacity for fight and flight, but we are giving ourselves a third option. One animal runs from its predator, while another might claw at it in vain. Humanity will build a cage instead. They say fear is the foundation of courage.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XYZ is to be contained in a modified humanoid containment cell in Site-104. The ventilation of SCP-XYZ's cell is to be entirely self-contained and separate from that of the rest of Site 104, and equipped with filters lined with activated charcoal to prevent escape of SCP-XYZ-1. SCP-XYZ is to absorb a tenrec pup every 96 hours.

A small population of Echinops telfairi17 is to be maintained on-site in Site-104's Animal Wing for feeding purposes. Any research submitted for peer review regarding animals of the order Tenrecidae is to be summarily rejected, and confiscated through standard channels.

Description: SCP-XYZ is an adult human female of Hispanic and Southwest Asian descent, formerly known as Cierra Jimenez. SCP-XYZ possesses a number of sharp spines on its hands, arms, joints, face, and neck, resembling those covering the lesser hedgehog tenrec. These spines are exceptionally durable and sharp, although chemical analysis has shown them to be composed of ordinary keratin. SCP-XYZ no longer needs to eat.

SCP-XYZ passively emits a volatile, pheromone-like chemical from its sweat glands, designated SCP-XYZ-1. SCP-XYZ-1 has a faint odor similar to lavender to humans, but exhibits its anomalous effect when its odor is perceived by tenrecs. This trigger activates in approximately 71% of all instances tested. SCP-XYZ-1 does not seem to affect subjects whose olfactory sense has been damaged, deactivated, or removed.

SCP-XYZ-1

Animals affected by SCP-XYZ-1, designated SCP-XYZ-Alpha, experience a deterioration of their uteral lining, causing infertility. SCP-XYZ-Alpha instances will consistently develop an aversion to the perceived scent of SCP-XYZ-1 and the presence of SCP-XYZ itself. SCP-XYZ-Alpha instances also have a substantially higher rate of maladies consistent with symptoms of extreme malnutrition, despite exhibiting no deviations from a normal dietary schedule.

The health of SCP-XYZ-Alpha instances is intimately linked to that of SCP-XYZ itself. Instances appear to feel pain when SCP-XYZ is injured, and will refuse to eat if SCP-XYZ is sick or hungry.

Addendum XYZ-A: SCP-XYZ came to the Foundation's attention when coworkers in the research lab she worked in reported an unusual drop in birth rates in the lab animal population. After conducting several tests, funding for the research project was withdrawn, and amnestics and a cover story were disseminated. SCP-XYZ was contained and an undercover agent was planted at the research lab to watch for any lingering anomalous effects.

Within 48 hours of containment, SCP-XYZ began to experience a severe deterioration in physical condition, showing symptoms of extreme malnutrition as well as severe migraines, while the plant at the lab concurrently observed unusual behavior in the remaining animals. SCP-XYZ was quickly put on life support and at Dr. Velasquez's suggestion, the animals in question were brought to Site-104.

Upon introduction of the specimens to SCP-XYZ, SCP-XYZ-Alpha instances expressed revulsion, and the non-Alpha specimens surrounded SCP-XYZ. SCP-XYZ involuntarily extended its right hand, and one pregnant speciment walked onto it and proceeded to quickly give birth to a litter of nine pups. The smallest pup vocalized loudly, and then was absorbed into SCP-XYZ's hand.

SCP-XYZ was noted to painfully grow several spines in various places on its body. SCP-XYZ's showed rapid improvement in its condition, and returned to full health within 24 hours.

Approximately 120 hours after this incident, SCP-XYZ again began to deteriorate. The non-Alpha specimens were brought in, and similar events transpired again. After this series of events was repeated several times, it was determined that the anomalous behavior of the tenrecs was necessary to ensure SCP-XYZ's survival and containment procedures were updated, with an on-site habitat built to accomodate the animals.

12/29/18: SCP-XYZ-1 has been shown to have a secondary effect. All non-Alpha instances have exhibited a statistically significant increase in litter size, and have developed deep folds in the cerebral cortex. These specimens show a marked increase in intelligence, corresponding to an average score of 1.9 points on the FAITH18 scale, compared to the tenrec baseline of 1.219.

These specimens have been designated SCP-XYZ-Beta. Like SCP-XYZ-Alpha instances, SCP-XYZ-Beta instances appear to exhibit a similar relationship with SCP-XYZ, and experience pain when SCP-XYZ does. SCP-XYZ will grow additional spines each time an SCP-XYZ-Beta instance expires.

02/28/19: Repeated observations have shown that the ratio of Alpha to Beta instances has been steadily shifting in favor of Beta (from 71%/29% to 38%/62%). The reasons for this shift are unknown at present; further research is required.

Noting that Alpha instances now attempt to avoid Beta instances if possible.

04/02/19: First confirmed case of an SCP-XYZ-Alpha instance transitioning to the Beta form. Circumstances and cause unknown. Average FAITH score of Beta instances is now 2.2.

Interesting, all of the negative conditions usually found in alphas disappeared almost instantly; this tenrec is back to full health… -Dr. Velasquez

04/21/19: SCP-XYZ has begun to exhibit symptoms of anxiety.

05/11/19: SCP-XYZ-Beta instances have begun to also emit SCP-XYZ-1. Containment procedures updated. Average FAITH score of Beta instances is now 5.0.

05/28/19: During weekly interview, SCP-XYZ entered a catatonic state for approximately 20 seconds. After it ended, SCP-XYZ was visibly shaken by this occurence.

07/01/19: SCP-XYZ's catatonic states have steadily increased in duration and frequency. Increasing intervals between 'feedings' suggested, along with amnestic and psychological treatment of SCP-XYZ.

Increased intervals denied. We're cutting it close as it is, and we don't want to risk the anomaly dying. Psychological treatment tentatively approved, though. -Project Head Dr. Velasquez

07/02/19: Average FAITH score of Beta instances is now 8.7. Ratio of Alpha/Beta is now 3%/97%.

07/19/19: SCP-XYZ-Beta instances now disintegrate slowly into a cloud of SCP-XYZ-1 upon death.

Incident Log XYZ-01: On 08/26/19, SCP-XYZ breached containment.

14:53: SCP-XYZ is sitting in the corner of its cell, near the door.

14:53: SCP-XYZ enters catatonic state.

14:56: Catatonic state continues for three minutes, the longest yet recorded. Spines are all shaking rapidly.

14:57: SCP-XYZ wakes from its catatonic state, but its eyes do not appear to be focusing and its movements are sluggish. SCP-XYZ appears to pull out one of its spines and breathe on it, then set it down.

14:58: SCP-XYZ begins scratching at door of cell.

15:00: SCP-XYZ breaches door, alarm sounds.

15:01: SCP-XYZ pulls out several more spines, wincing. SCP-XYZ holds these spines in its hand.

15:03: SCP-XYZ begins heading down the east corridor and drops three spines.

15:04: SCP-XYZ encounters two guards.

15:04: Guard aims tranquilizer gun at SCP-XYZ and orders it to stand down.

15:04: In the corridor, the spines that were dropped on the floor appear to unfold into adult tenrecs, which walk towards SCP-XYZ's location.

15:10: SCP-XYZ drops the remaining spines into the vent, then collapses unconscious.

15:10: Guards return SCP-XYZ to its cell, seal vent, and recover two free tenrecs in the halls.

15:11: Containment of SCP-XYZ reestablished.

<Closing statement> Vent was sealed; spines were not recovered. Traces of SCP-XYZ-1 were detected in air for nine days and Site was put on quarantine lockdown.

Alright people, you know the drill: lock it up tighter and keep your eyes open. I want to know exactly what the point of this little stunt was. -Research Head Dr. Velasquez

Containment procedures were updated. The two guards regained consciousness within 12 hours and were kept in quarantine until confirmation of absence of lingering anomalous effects.

10/26/19: Reports from Foundation zoologists stationed in Madagascar while monitoring SCP-████ indicated significant increase in the range and size of native E. telfairi populations. Analysis by SCP-XYZ researchers confirmed increased intelligence and fertility corresponding to SCP-XYZ-Beta effects, as well as excretion of SCP-XYZ-1 from specimens' sweat glands. No living SCP-XYZ-Alpha instances were identified. Object Class upgraded to Keter.

What are we going to do about this? There's no way we can contain every tenrec in Madagascar; it's unfeasible and would disrupt the delicate ecosystem here. -Dr. Palanez

A single species suddenly gaining hyper-intelligence and faster reproduction is already going to disrupt the ecosystem. As much as I'd hate to wipe out an entire intelligent species, the damage they could deal to the myriad of other species might make it worth it. I want any and all proposals for containment or neutralization sent directly to me, along with their risk analyses. -Research Head Dr. Velasquez

The whole native population is Beta now, we've got an entire species' existence tied to an unstable girl. Whatever we do, we have to work fast. I've already elucidated SCP-XYZ-1's structure. I propose synthesizing a chemical to neutralize XYZ-1's properties, or at the very least react with or trap it. -Dr. Palanez

Proposal accepted. Get to work. -Research Head Dr. Velasquez.

02/05/20: Exploration deep into the southwestern Madagascar forests has uncovered evidence of rudimentary tenrec settlements. These settlements include constructed shelters, traps and snares to stop predators, and a communal food storage.

You're out of time, Palanez. I'm authorizing the culling of XYZ populations before this gets completely away from us. -Research Head Dr. Velasquez

02/10/20: Stage 1 of Protocol 89-Chiralene (consisting of restricting outside access to the habitat of the species in question, and systemic culling of the population with a minimum of collateral damage) was implemented. Wild populations of SCP-XYZ-Beta were reduced by ~24%. Upon successful completion of Stage 1 of 89-Chiralene, SCP-XYZ entered a catatonic state for four days, and all contained instances of SCP-XYZ-Beta began vocalizing and acting erratically during this period. Implementation of Stage 2 has been put on hold indefinitely.

02/14/20: After the catatonic state ended, SCP-XYZ appeared to exhibit symptoms of severe depression and destructive behavior, such as hitting and scraping the walls of the containment cell. SCP-XYZ was restrained to prevent harm to itself and by extension, the tenrec population. SCP-XYZ subsequently reentered a catatonic state.

03/05/20: SCP-XYZ's catatonia has not yet ceased. Feedings have continued as normal.

Wild populations of SCP-XYZ-Beta were reduced by ~24%. Upon successful completion of Stage 1 of 89-Chiralene, SCP-XYZ entered a catatonic state for four days, and all contained instances of SCP-XYZ-Beta began vocalizing and acting erratically during this period. Implementation of Stage 2 has been put on hold indefinitely.

02/14/20: After the catatonic state ended, SCP-XYZ appeared to exhibit symptoms of severe depression and destructive behavior, such as hitting and scraping the walls of the containment cell. SCP-XYZ was restrained to prevent harm to itself and by extension, the tenrec population. SCP-XYZ subsequently reentered a catatonic state.

03/05/20: SCP-XYZ's catatonia has not yet ceased. Feedings have continued as normal.

Mpanjavelona wept. She wept for her children here in this prison with her, never to see sunlight. She wept for her children in the forests half a world away. Above all, she wept for herself. Trapped in this prison, in this vessel, unable to save her dying children, who fed her with their love and devotion.

As of 05/05/20, SCP-XYZ's trance state is ongoing.

Mpanjavelona looked out through the eyes of her vessel.

Third SCP! Finally, I've had this concept since last New Years' Eve. Thanks to everyone in forums and chat who looked this over. Special thanks to my IRL friend 'C' for helping inspire the concept.

First image is sourced from here and is CC-BY-SA 2.0, second image is entirely my own work, made using the PubChem Sketcher.

Alrighty, here we go. Trying to branch out with something different here.

Big thanks to DrBleep, Leveritas, 9Volt, and trennerdios for looking at this.

Is this commentary on something? Meta-commentary? You decide.

God it feels good to post something again. They say wish-fulfillment skips are frowned upon but we'll see.

Anyway, major thanks to:

TomatointheMirror - This is all your fault and I'm glad it worked out in the endDrBleep - for critFuelTank does not match any existing user name - for pointing out what was unclear since I get really bad at that once i look at the draft long enoughThe Great Hippo - for a lot of good ideas, some of which I ended up using
My brother - for his constant back cracking that led to me deciding to actually take up tomato on his challenge

The Foundation works on the cutting edge of science, turning the anomalous into the understood. The rich field of chemistry is no exception to this. Developed in the 1930s, and often working alongside the research departments of Prometheus Labs, the Parachemistry Division exists to study anomalous elements, chemical compounds, and subatomic particles. The crown of the Division's work is the Expanded Periodic Table, an organized collection of all elements known to the public and to the Foundation. Below are a few of the known groups existing only on the FEPT.

Group Θ (Antimeme Group)

Hughesium (Hh): Atomic mass ~313, considered metallic. Possesses a unique quasicrystalline structure in its standard solid form, consisting of a fivefold symmetry. This structure is thought to be responsible for the antimemetic properties Hh displays in solid form. Upon heating to its melting point, 283 C, Hh will suddenly become visible as it loses its ordered structure upon phase transfer to the liquid phase.

Hh primarily forms compounds with the oxidation states (+3, +5, +12). Its oxides and halides do not exhibit any antimemetic properties.

Group

Monadikine (Mk): Atomic mass ~389, nonmetallic. In its pure state at STP, Mk exists as a cyan-colored gas. Mk possesses a reactivity similar to that of halogens, and is never found in nature in its free state. Instead, it is most commonly found bound to silicon and aluminum in a mineral known as keterine. Keterine deposits are normally inaccessible, given their location right above the mantle.

Theoretical calculations have shown that allowing monadikine to react with palladium would cause a volatile nuclear transmutation chain reaction, transforming nearby matter into more palladium and monadikine, eventually leading to an NK-Class Self-Replication Event. In an effort to prevent this, the Foundation has seized control of and sealed all mines deep enough to reach keterine deposits, to keep monadikine from entering the environment.

I've finally figured it out. It gets stuck in their damn front teeth and drives them crazy.

Karium (Km): Only one ingot is known to exist. Due to the extremely limited supply, study has been heavily restricted.

Gearsium (Gs): Atomic mass ~455, metallic. Possesses the ability to dissolve oxygen, and has been successfully used similarly to perflubron and other alternative breathing methods.

Solium (So): This one reacts with vacuum. I don't even know. We isolated fucking So(nothing)3 and So(nothing)5. I swear, I'm gonna quit this whole thing.

Dave (Dave): … goddammit. We've run every test we have. Atomic number? 29. Reacts with nitric acid to make blue crystals. It's just plain old common Dave, symbol Dave. GAH! It's the thing on the outside of the pennies? You know? We just can't call it anything but Dave! Worst part is that it's spread to everything now! I almost sent a budget request for Dave wire!

Mentium (HI): This one isn't even real. It just pops up in textbooks and reports. I think. We've sweeped for antimemetic properties, in case it's real and we're just forgetting it's supposed to be there. No dice.

SCP-2829 was my very first skip. I avoided the 'Failed First Skip' curse by just being too nervous to post, mostly, but I got a ton of feedback and all that. It was also how I learned about the Adipose from Dr. Who, incidentally.

The original concept was basically little balls of fat that make you happy but something BAD happens. I was inspired by 999 when making this, because as much as I love the concept, that article sucks. 999 is happiness personified. What's the opposite of happiness? Maybe sadness and loss. Sometimes I like the Greek tragedy kind of irony. So I decided, hey, reimagine 999. Juxtapose sadness with happiness. Zyn told me to think of a story for these things, so I did. 2829 is the story of something made to bring joy, yet only succeeding in bringing more sadness into the world. The slugs suffer because they're starving and they can't fulfill their purpose. The Foundation staff suffer to keep it as safely contained as possible. Dr. Blackbox suffers because they ate him and their intended recipient never gets them.

Why slugs? Your guess is as good as mine. I don't even particularly like slugs. I'm far too proud of the title than I have any right to be.

SCP-3031. If it wasn't for the contest, I don't think this would ever exist. Honestly, the whole thing was born out of a narcissistic desire to get myself into history through the contest. I figured if I tried and didn't quite fail, that would still be a pretty good outcome. This is the quickest I have ever (and likely will ever) pushed something from concept to draft to posted, less than two and a half weeks.

I was inspired by 2090 and 2998 when making this one, I think.

Now, on to the skip itself. I knew I had no chance in hell of winning the contest. So I went full meta alchemist and decided to write my thing on fear itself. I figured that a contest would be the only time I'd get away with something so ambitious. Parasites freak me out. The idea of something in your head that is eating your thoughts and replacing them with its own freaks me out. I knew it wouldn't be horror-y enough to win, but it seems to have done well. I like timeline-screwing in general. Yes, the iterations and note are cliche. But I like those cliches, and I think they're rather cool still.

SCP-3233 is a special skip for me, because it's A) the first skip idea I made completely wholecloth, and B) the first time I had to pull and revise something. It's the first time I actually experienced the whole "look at things in your everyday life that inspire you" method of idea coming-up-with. Anyways, long story short I was talking to a friend who works with animals, and she mentioned that for whatever reason, the animals seemed to only give birth when she was around. I never found out if this was just confirmation bias, but the idea of a person affecting animals in that way interested me. This was the same friend who told me about the existence of tenrecs; they're pretty cool animals. And since they got no representation on this site, and we need more animals that aren't cats, dogs, or birds, I figured why not.

The idea was stuck with me for a while, but last New Years Eve I had the urge to pull out my phone and write a quick rough draft on that useless Memos app. I have this thing where I'll write a bunch, then stop cold, then edit a tiny thing a month later. I'm still shy about asking for feedback, so it ends up being a continuous, slow cycle of improvements before I can even think it's good enough to ask someone to check it.

Anyway, I finally got it the way I liked it, and then ended up self-deleting a few days later. I received valuable feedback that it was organized horribly, and people were divided on the silly ending. The contest, and working on 3031 got in the way after I made minimal progress. I got back to it, and while writing it it sort of got away from me. I decided to amputate the ending from the skip itself, and I'll probably put it into a companion tale instead. I'm happy with how it's developed, though.

I don't really want to fall into one [niche].
And the idea of people not knowing what to expect when I write something, kinda makes me smile

I don't think I have a definitive writing style. Or at least, not one that can be determined from a sample size of three. As I mentioned in the tab above, I tend to write in bursts. I don't often follow the methods in the guides, maybe I should. I've only done "story first, object second" for 3031; the other two I had the objects long before I knew what I was going to do with them.

As for inspiration? I can't really answer that. I've had three ideas in a year of being on this site, two if you consider that the original seed for 2829 was created years before I joined. I think 3031 was my only true burst of inspiration, and even then it's heavily derivative.

If I had to describe the things I wrote under one umbrella, I'd say that I like remixing and building on established works, tropes, and themes. Seeing the great work posted here keeps me motivated to try to come up with stuff, even if I never actually manage to do so.

The lone organism floated through its newest host. It knew its brethren would join it shortly, once they managed to breach the brain blood barrier that was conveniently weakened here. 3031 smoothly and skillfully moved between the cells in this brain, in what might be considered a dance, if it had arms and legs instead of dozens of pseudopods. If it could sigh, it would. This brain was just like the others. 3031 twirled, and approached a neuron. Wait a minute… it might have thought, that's no ordinary neuron.

The 3003-2 instance shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. This brain wasn't quite the way it liked it, but it would have to learn to adjust, if only to prepare for the invasion. Ehhh, that's still 30 years off. I can relax for a while. It wouldn't be long before an oligodendrocyte came to sheath it in myelin, and complete its settling in. Oh good, here comes one now.

3031 floated over to the strange 'cell'. This wasn't like the neurons it was used to. These were supposed to be just like the hosts on Earth, right? It tentatively extended a tendril to coat the cell in myelin. The neuron recoiled. Recoiled?

Get your pseudopods off me! You're no oligodendrocyte!

Right, cause you're clearly an ordinary neuron.

…What are you?

What are you?!

Okay, okay. Let's both take a moment to process what in the world is happening here.

Alright.

So… what are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

Yeah but you approached ME. Plus I asked first.

Ugh, fine. I was designed for this, to replace oligodendrocytes and hide away in people's brains. Sometimes I absorb the signals from the neurons I coat, and send my own.

Designed?

Yes. I don't remember by who. I've been in humanity as long as my kind can remember.

Fair enough.

Okay now your turn.

I've been in this humanity for about five hundred years. I've existed far longer, of course, but this species has so far been an excellent home.

Wow, that's pretty interesting. You can survive outside of your host?

Of course. You can't?

No, I have to change into a dormant spore and sit there.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'd love to be able to show you this world.

Really?

Oh yeah, I think you'll like it.

I'm sure I would, and thank you for the offer.

(3031 had no face or mouth, and yet managed to smile.)

Well, I guess I'll have to wait for the rest of my friends to get here. You, uh, don't mind if I wait here with you, do you?

Special Containment Procedures: All samples of SCP-HH and its resulting compounds are to be contained in a locked safe in Site-119's Chemical Cold-Storage Room. Personnel must have 3/HH clearance or above to propose experiments, these will be accepted on a case by case basis by the Research Head. something something

Description: SCP-HH is an anomalous chemical element, with an atomic mass of ~313 amu. SCP-HH appears to be metallic, but its properties have made study difficult.

"We gave you fear. I fear it may not be enough."
Alejandra Esperanza pressed a button, and her digital message-in-a-bottle floated off through waves of space and time. She sighed.

I won't go out like this.

She grabbed the gun off the wall and pressed her fingers against the biometric seal. She knew the futility of what she was about to do. Whether Project Second Chance succeeded or failed, her actions here now meant nothing. She knew this, and yet something deep and primal was calling her to stand up to her reckoning.

…

The destroyer looked down at the last human on earth.

Item #: SCP-@

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-@ is to be contained in an opaque, airtight case equipped with a desiccator to preserve it. The image of SCP-@ is not to be distributed outside of approved personnel and test subjects. Personnel must be screened before assignment to SCP-@; those with backgrounds in politics or art criticism are automatically prohibited from viewing SCP-@ or images of SCP-@. MTF Pi-8 ("Peanut Gallery") is to monitor art galleries in Clark County for sightings of PoI-0171 (Guillermo Gutierrez) or his works.

Description: SCP-@ is an oil painting by known anartist Guillermo Gutierrez, titled "This Author's Still Alive, Suckers", measuring 110 cm by 68 cm. SCP-@ depicts two entities: a blue theropod dinosaur with cybernetic attachments and various laser weapons reminiscent of those in science fiction; and a red European-style wyvern dressed in a pointed hat and colorful robe, holding a staff and what appears to be a spellbook. Repeated viewings of the painting often show changes in the relative positions of the entities, although most viewings of SCP-@ appear to show the two entities physically fighting. The background of the painting also varies widely between different viewings, even when viewed multiple times by the same person.

SCP-@ exerts a primary anomalous effect on the dreams of any individual who views it or a photograph of it. In 87% of cases, the viewer's dreams will sporadically involve the entities depicted in the painting. Reports indicate that the dream entities, designated SCP-@-1, will attempt to communicate with the dreamer. SCP-@-1 will cease to appear in dreams after a varying period of time from viewing of SCP-@; the length of this period has been between one and eight nights. Use of amnestics to remove the memory of viewing SCP-@ successfully ends the presence of SCP-@-1 in dreams. A common theme in dreams involving SCP-@ is elements from the dreamer's childhood.

If the viewer perceives SCP-@ as being representative of a sociopolitical issue or conflict, the viewer will experience migraines of various severity. If the viewer writes down or speaks about their interpretation of SCP-@, they will experience further side effects, including stomach cramps, diarrhea, hemorrhoids, or constipation.

Chemical analysis of SCP-@ has revealed several previously uncharacterized compounds in the paint, thought to be responsible for the colors. Testing is ongoing, but so far analysis has not shown them to possess any perception-altering properties.

D-11424: Uh, I don't know. (D-11424 wipes his mouth with a towel.) I just need to lie down.

Dr. Palanez: Very well, we'll move on. Can you recall any details of the dreams?

D-11424: Uh, a little bit. It's hazy. Let's see… the dinosaur took me on a walk on the beach. At least I think it was a beach. Wait, yeah, it was the one we went to one summer when I was eight. She asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I always wanted to be a deep sea diver. I always loved the ocean, you know? (D-11424 takes a sip of water.) I forget what happened next.

Dr. Palanez: Anything else?

D-11424: Oh, right. The red dragon made a magic bubble, and we went to the bottom of the ocean. I saw a submarine, and my mom waved at me from the window. I- (D-11424 begins to cry.) And then I woke up. I'm sorry, it's just-

Dr. Palanez: First, you experienced no medical side effects from viewing SCP-@? No nausea, diarrhea, constipation, any of those?

D-19060: Yeah, nothing.

Dr. Palanez: No migraines either?

D-19060: Nope.

Dr. Palanez: Interesting. Please state, for the record, how you physically saw SCP-@ and how you interpreted its meaning.

D-19060: It looked like the dinosaur and the dragon were smiling, in a way, and holding hands. They were flying through the sky. As to the meaning, hmmm. I'd say that they represent the artist's childhood, with the blue one being the so-called left-brain and the red one being the artist's creativity? I'm not entirely sure.

Dr. Palanez: Hmm. Alright, can you tell me about the dreams involving the entities in the painting?

D-19060: Sure. You know how it usually goes with dreams, but for some reason I remember this one clearer. I was in my old house, back when we lived in [REDACTED]. It was nighttime, and it was really windy. Then I remember I walked out the backdoor and suddenly I was in a forest. I don't remember how I got there, but I remember it started raining and the blue dinosaur appeared. (D-19060 sighs.) I don't know how she did it, but she led me to a clearing and there was a spaceship there. My God, it was the one I would always draw with my crayons. Had the little antennae and rocket boosters and lasers and everything. I got in and the red dragon was there, sitting behind the controls. He let me drive. He said he saw something in me, something rare. The blue dinosaur pointed to the planets and stars we passed by. I recognized them. I drew them. I wrote them. Then the dragon took over the controls and we sped towards a beautiful, glowing white star. That's when I woke up.

Dr. Palanez: Thank you, that will be all.

Addendum @-01: SCP-@ was first unveiled at the Contemporary Arts Center in Las Vegas, NV. MTF Pi-8 ("Peanut Gallery") first flagged it when they noticed the perception-based anomaly surrounding SCP-@. SCP-@ was confirmed anomalous when its effects manifested, causing several prominent art critics discussing the painting to simultaneously vomit and experience severe migraines. SCP-@ was contained successfully, and amnestics and a cover story involving undercooked hors d'oeuvre were distributed.

Addendum @-02: PoI-0171 was apprehended during Incident-████-9F92, involving AWCY?, SCP-████, and SCP-████. Mr. Gutierrez denied responsibility for the incident, and insisted that he was not a member of AWCY.

Foreword: Mr. Gutierrez had previously been uncooperative. Dr. Palanez, having known him in the past, requested to speak with him before further interrogation attempts. Request was approved.

<Begin Log>

Dr. Palanez: Good afternoon, Guillermo.

PoI-0171: Rudy! Man, I haven't seen you in forever! How are you?

Dr. Palanez: I'm good, thank you.

PoI-0171: So… figures you'd be working here, I guess.

Dr. Palanez: What's that supposed to mean?

PoI-0171: Come on. Of all of us, you were always the science-y one. Remember when you helped Matt with his volcano in seventh grade?

Dr. Palanez: Oh yeah, that was a good one. Then Mrs. Salinas made us clean the classroom.

PoI-0171: At least me and Armando helped you guys out, we didn't just strand you.

Dr. Palanez: Ah, good times.

PoI-0171: Yeah, man.

Dr. Palanez: So, tell me. What really happened at the gallery?

PoI-0171:(agitated) It wasn't me, you already know that. Those uncool bastards stole one of my unfinished canvases and were gonna use it as part of some stupid exhibition. Course they didn't really understand what I was doing with it, so that's probably what caused the whole mess in the first place.

Dr. Palanez: Why were you at the location, then?

PoI-0171: To get the canvas back, duh. Me and Miguel were all set to sneak into the exhibition, had it all planned, then we see a guy running and screaming with a flaming turtle shell on his head like a helmet, and that's when everything went to hell.

Dr. Palanez: The explosion?

PoI-0171: Yep. Hey, I dunno if you're allowed to tell me or if you know, but did you guys get ahold of Miguel too?

Dr. Palanez: We only apprehended you and two AWCY members, but in the chaos a lot of people escaped. Let's talk about something else.

PoI-0171: Oh, yeah, those. That was fun. Heard a bunch of those stuffy critics at the gallery were, ah, affected. Must've been hilarious.

Dr. Palanez: I don't think they saw it that way.

PoI-0171: Come on, they all probably grabbed some Tums or Pepto or something on the limo ride home, God knows there's so many pharmacies up and down the Strip. They're all fine now, I promise.

Dr. Palanez: So tell me why you put the effect in.

PoI-0171: I mean, yeah, there's issues in the world. Bad stuff happening everywhere you look. But the world isn't all bad. The sky isn't falling, no matter what the news might say.

Dr. Palanez: (takes a sip of water)

PoI-0171: But that negativity shit doesn't need to be in your art! Me? I see art as an escape. A way to look at better worlds, at brighter days. With paint, clay, words, instruments? The sky's the limit! You can make new things, impossible things, other worlds! Art lets you make things you wouldn't see otherwise!

Dr. Palanez: Is this why you paint?

PoI-0171: This is why I paint. I want to inspire a sense of wonder. A breath of fresh air.

Dr. Palanez: Hence the dinosaur and dragon?

PoI-0171: I thought, "what would ten-year-old me think was the coolest thing ever?" and then painted exactly that.

Dr. Palanez: I mean, I agree. If it weren't anomalous, I'd hang it on my office wall.

PoI-0171: Aw, thanks man.

Dr. Palanez: But please, go on.

PoI-0171: People who get affected, it's cause they've lost their inner child. They can't see just the top layer of things, they gotta inject their views into everything. Sucks the fun out of it.

Dr. Palanez: I agree, actually.

PoI-0171: Yeah? You're one of the few I've seen. It's why they wouldn't let me into Are We Cool Yet years back. Too obsessed with 'sending a message'. Like they're the Joker or something. But not everything has to send a message, right? Sometimes we just need something simple, something cool for the sake of cool.

Dr. Palanez: Explain the part where it goes in your dreams.

PoI-0171: You saw them, right?

Dr. Palanez: What?

PoI-0171: You saw the painting and dreamt of them, didn't you?

Dr. Palanez: I did, yes.

PoI-0171: And? What did they tell you?

Dr. Palanez: (sighs) The dinosaur told me she was proud of me, told me to keep following my dreams. She told me what I was doing was worth it. She told me that yeah, I'm making a difference, and don't ever forget that.

PoI-0171: And the dragon?

Dr. Palanez: He told me not to worry. He said that what happened to my dad wasn't my fault. He said…

PoI-0171: It's OK, Rudy. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Don't be afraid to look at the painting again, if they let you.

PoI-0171: The dinosaur and the dragon? I put them there, but they've got minds of their own. Everyone hears what they need to hear, they tell me.

Dr. Palanez: You didn't create them?

PoI-0171: Sort of. I don't control what they say.

Dr. Palanez: Then how do-

PoI-0171: It's more of a, how do I put this. As I made the painting, they were already there, I just helped to give them a form.

Dr. Palanez: When did they appear in your dreams?

PoI-0171: They only showed up in my dreams once, the night before I finished the painting. I can't remember the details, but there's one line they said together that's burned into my brain. (PoI-0171 takes a deep breath.) "Our eyes and yours look upon the same stars. We could take your hand, and others', if you would just reach up once more, like you used to."

Dr. Palanez: Wow.

PoI-0171: I know, right?

Dr. Palanez: But what does it mean?

PoI-0171: Hell if I know. (PoI-0171 laughs.)

Dr. Palanez: It's nice, though.

PoI-0171: Yeah. It was nice catching up, Rudy. Take care of the painting for me.

Dr. Palanez: Will do. We'll be sending you back to interrogation shortly. I'll vouch for you, of course, do you agree to cooperate?

PoI-0171: Whatever. I don't suppose you'd give me back the charred canvas if you ever found it, right?

Dr. Palanez: You know how it is here.

PoI-0171: I'm messing with you, dude.

Dr. Palanez: It was good to see you again, Guillermo.

PoI-0171: You too, Rudy. Any last questions?

Dr. Palanez: One last thing.

PoI-0171: Shoot.

Dr. Palanez: The composition of the painting. Those specific dyes have never been synthesized or described before. How the hell did you do that?

PoI-0171: I'd think you of all people would realize that chemistry is as much art as it is science. Stay cool, Rudy.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: Further investigation of the scene and interrogation of the captured AWCY members proved PoI-0171 innocent in the aforementioned incident. However, PoI-0171 managed to escape Foundation custody through unknown means shortly after interrogations were concluded. His current whereabouts are unknown.

Denied. There is nothing more to be learned from it. In fact, your excessive involvement with this anomaly and the POI responsible already borders on the unprofessional, and if he hadn't provided valuable intel on AWCY activity before vanishing you'd be on the disciplinary watchlist already. Remember what's really important here. -Personnel Director Acosta.

Item #: SCP-001

Object Class: Jerikamah

Special Containment Procedures: Dedicated monitoring of humanity's population and technological level is to be continuously maintained at levels corresponding to the most recent model calculated by the [insert ridiculous acronym here]. Global CO2 levels are to be steadily increased using SCP-███ and research derived from SCP-███.

SCP-001-Aleph: Due to SCP-001-Aleph's near ubiquity, complete containment is currently impossible. It has been determined to be impossible to remove SCP-001-Aleph from Earth's atmosphere with current technology. Containment of SCP-001-Aleph is currently limited to infiltration of civilian and government atmospheric research labs, and falsifying or suppression of any data exposing the existence or effects of SCP-001-Aleph.

SCP-001-Beth:

Description: SCP-001 is a set of intrinsically connected large-scale anomalies. SCP-001-Aleph is a gaseous compound present in Earth's atmosphere (presently 0.19% by mass) which exhibits a potent greenhouse effect. SCP-001-Aleph exhibits cognitohazardous properties; it is normally undetectable by standard scientific methods, but when discovered causes the person to become unable to

SCP-001-Beth is an entity located 122 miles beneath the Earth's surface. SCP-001-Beth is

Item #: SCP-MARK

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures:

Description: SCP-MARK is a lentivirus genetically similar to HIV. Normal cells infected by SCP-MARK grow pseudopods and reshape into a form vaguely resembling a pig.

Special Containment Procedures: As of Incident DYNO-A, DYNO-Ramah events have ceased completely, and SCP-DYNO has been reclassified to Neutralized. One year after Incident DYNO-A, SCP-DYNO was fully excavated and transferred to a museum operated by a Foundation front.

The area within a one-kilometer radius of SCP-DYNO is to be surrounded by a 8-meter-high barrier, with guards posted every 200 meters. If SCP-DYNO-1 attempts to breach the barrier, it is to be deterred using high-pressure water hoses.

Description: SCP-DYNO is a fossilized Maiasaura skeleton excavated 50 km from ██████, Montana during a paleontological dig. Upon initial excavation of SCP-DYNO, a loud roar was heard by the paleontology team, with no apparent source.

SCP-DYNO will undergo a single DYNO-Ramah event every time a thunderstorm forms or passes directly over SCP-DYNO.

During a DYNO-Ramah event, wind speeds in the vicinity of SCP-DYNO will increase to around 140 kph, a loud roar will be heard, and salt crystals within a 119 m radius of SCP-DYNO will be drawn towards it and cover it completely. A lightning bolt will then strike SCP-DYNO directly (SCP-DYNO is undamaged by this), and the salt crystals will coalesce into the form of an adult Maiasaura skeleton, hereafter designated SCP-DYNO-1. SCP-DYNO-1 will then extricate itself from SCP-DYNO, and walk away. Wind speeds will return to normal, concluding the DYNO-Ramah event.

SCP-DYNO-1 tends to wander aimlessly, occasionally vocalizing and digging into the ground with its forelegs. SCP-DYNO-1 will continue to wander and dig until rain degrades it to a point where it is incapable of locomotion. SCP-DYNO-1 is noted to vocalize loudly and dig more rapidly and frantically as it degrades. Rain will continue to fall in the vicinity of SCP-DYNO-1 until the instance dissolves completely. Only one SCP-DYNO-1 instance can exist at a time; a DYNO-Ramah event will not occur again until the current SCP-DYNO-1 has dissolved.

SCP-DYNO-1 is capable of remembering previously-dug areas as well as specific Foundation personnel; leading theories to explain this phenomenon are that SCP-DYNO-1 is either the same entity appearing repeatedly, or a group of entities sharing a collective memory.

Incident DYNO-A: On 5/13/18, a Foundation paleontology team excavated a nearly complete Maiasaura nest, including several dozen fossilized eggs, approximately 11 km from the location of SCP-DYNO. A DYNO-Ramah event immediately occured at the location of SCP-DYNO despite the lack of rain, and the resulting SCP-DYNO-1 immediately vocalized loudly and proceeded to run directly towards the nest. SCP-DYNO-1 then absorbed salt from the ground, growing in size to a length of 15 m, and easily scaled the barrier. On-site personnel attempted to neutralize SCP-DYNO-1 with high-pressure water hoses but were unsuccessful. SCP-DYNO-1 then shed the excess salt, returning to its original size of 9 m, and continued course to the nest. Personnel at the nest were advised to stand down while backup was scrambled. Upon reaching the nest, SCP-DYNO-1 lay down next to it and nuzzled the fossilized eggs, before collapsing into salt dust.

3637 Author Post (below):

“A voice was heard in Ramah,
Lamentation and bitter weeping,
Rachel weeping for her children,
Refusing to be comforted for her children,
Because they are no more.”

~ Jeremiah 31:15

Many waters cannot quench love,
Nor can the floods drown it.

~ Song of Solomon 8:7

And so today we honor the noble Maiasaura, the Good Mother Lizard.

Thanks to FortuneFavorsBold for all their help during the concept phase of this, as well as to A Random Day, MrWrong, Mortos, DrBleep, and The Great Hippo for reading the draft.

Image is CC-BY-SA 3.0, sourced from here, edited by me. I cropped it to remove the kids in the foreground.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-CHUBS is to be contained in a large, reinforced, Heavy Bio-Containment Cell in the lower levels of Site-234, sealed according to BSL-4. SCP-CHUBS is to be fed 100 kg of lipids, preferably in the form of lard, once a week. All direct interaction with SCP-CHUBS and maintenance of its cell is to be done via robotic drone; no personnel are allowed inside the cell unless given direct permission by both the Project Head (currently Dr. Palanez) and the Site Directors (currently Drs. Leep and Sherry Andrews).

The ceiling of this room is to be equipped with sprinklers filled with 10M NaOH solution, to be used in the event of an imminent breach.

Description: SCP-CHUBS is a large amorphous mass comprised mostly of undifferentiated fat cells, measuring approximately 2.5 m in radius and weighing approximately 60 metric tons. SCP-CHUBS constantly alters its shape and size and moves using a method similar to amoeboid movement.

SCP-CHUBS gains complete control over lipids not part of itself within an approximate radius of 3 m; at greater distances, SCP-CHUBS can only exert a weak attractive force whose strength exponentially decreases with distance. SCP-CHUBS is capable of restructuring lipids into various shapes and structures, usually in the shape of crude hands, arms, or mouths.

When not moving, SCP-CHUBS emits a yellow cloud around it. This cloud has been determined to be composed of aerosolized lipids and proteins, most of which are unseen in ordinary organisms. Inhalation or skin absorption of these products causes an anomalous effect on humans in its vicinity; nearly all humans begin to lose their self-preservation instinct within 1 minute of exposure, and all fear response pathways completely shut down within 8 minutes. Autopsies of recovered subjects has revealed the formation of small growths of sphingomyelin protein in the amygdala, encasing and absorbing neurons and glial cells.

SCP-CHUBS will then attempt to catch affected humans with its limbs. Once SCP-CHUBS has gripped a human with its appendage, SCP-CHUBS will extend a smaller, tube-like appendage and expel a thick slurry from it until it hits the targeted human. When this slurry comes in contact with human tissue, it reverts human osteoblasts, chondrocytes, myocytes, and adipocytes into mesenchymal stem cells, with complete conversion normally occuring within four minutes. These stem cells will differentiate into a new form of adipocyte, which coagulate into a homogenous mass and absorb the remaining neurons. SCP-CHUBS will then proceed to move itself towards the remains and absorb the new adipocyte mass into itself, leaving the remainder behind.

Biopsy of the outer mass of SCP-CHUBS has shown that it possesses genetic material from ~36 humans, 9 of which match to former Prometheus Labs personnel, most notably Dr. ███, Dr. ████, and Dr. Javier Pineda.

CT scanning of SCP-CHUBS revealed a large mass in its center; this mass appears to be composed of a dense network of neurons arranged in 37 discrete clusters. 35 of these directly link to a larger cluster in the center of the mass, with smaller links between each other. The 37th is isolated from all other clusters and encased in a crystalline shell. This shell is composed mainly of crystalline fat and appears to be in a constant state of equilibrium, being dissolved from without and reconstituted from within. All clusters have exhibited significant neural activity, with the central cluster and cluster 37 the most active. Tests using isotopic labeling have shown that upon conversion and ingestion of a human subject, a new cluster will form from the subject's neurons.

Brain biopsies have determined that SCP-CHUBS' clusters are composed of a new form of brain matter, with specialized adipocytes replacing ordinary glial cells.

SCP-CHUBS will occasionally enter an Eglah state, growing a single large appendage and occasionally manifesting crystalline spikes or various liquids from the end. SCP-CHUBS will then attack itself with this appendage. SCP-CHUBS sustains no lasting damage during these states; any damage is quickly repaired by SCP-CHUBS rearranging its mass to fill the wounds. Notably, SCP-CHUBS will usually form a thickened mass of compacted fat to protect its clusters. This state ends when the appendage either retracts or is severed.

Analysis of the crystals recovered after an Eglah event has shown them to be composed of crystalline fat laced with a previously unseen protein. This protein contains several attached polycyclic aromatic groups whose shapes correspond to symbols used in organochemical thaumaturgy, an area under study by Prometheus Labs in the 1980s. Thaumaturgic imaging of SCP-CHUBS indicates high EVE levels in cluster 37 and its surrounding matrix, as well as elevated bursts during Eglah events.

The time interval between Eglah events has steadily increased over time; rising from an average of 2 days upon initial containment in 2000, to 3 weeks. However, the duration has increased from 10 minutes to over an hour as of the most recent event.

Eglah events have become increasingly destructive during SCP-CHUBS' time in containment. Recently, SCP-CHUBS has begun to show signs of increasing intelligence.

Addendum CHUBS-A: Notable Eglah Events

For the sake of clarity, the hostile appendage will be designated SCP-CHUBS-BUB.

Event Number

Duration

Notes

12

13 minutes

First recorded instance of CHUBS-BUB attempting to play dead to launch a second attack. CHUBS-BUB was torn from CHUBS' mass, ceased motion completely, and was reabsorbed after 2 minutes.

122

15 minutes

CHUBS-BUB attached itself to the ceiling using an adhesive substance exuded from its end. It then lifted CHUBS off of the containment cell floor and attempted to repeatedly slam it against the floor and walls of the cell. CHUBS suffered severe blunt force trauma after 7 hits, at which point CHUBS-BUB experienced structural failure and separated from CHUBS. CHUBS-BUB was removed from the ceiling and reabsorbed by CHUBS. A sample of the adhesive was successfully taken for study.

237

22 minutes

First recorded instance of CHUBS growing human-like hands on the ends of its appendages.

289

27 minutes

First recorded instance of CHUBS-BUB using chemical attacks, specifically, an organic chemical agent intended to induce apoptosis in fat cells.

355

34 minutes

First recorded instance of CHUBS emulating human vocalizations. CHUBS vocalized in a distorted female voice, causing CHUBS-BUB to cease its attack. CHUBS-BUB remained motionless until it was reabsorbed.

381

38 minutes

CHUBS extended an appendage and breached the NaOH sprinklers directly above CHUBS-BUB, destroying it. First recorded instance of CHUBS using its cell to its advantage. Containment layout has been updated.

509

72 minutes

First recorded instance of CHUBS attempting to address personnel during an Eglah event. CHUBS spoke in a deeper, distorted voice and was recorded as saying "He was a fool".

602

88 minutes

Final Eglah event. CHUBS-BUB formed a roughly humanoid shape and attacked CHUBS repeatedly, ignoring all damage inflicted to itself by CHUBS' counterattacks. Just before reaching the center cluster of CHUBS, CHUBS-BUB was forcibly torn from CHUBS' main body, and repeatedly slammed into the ground and walls until finally being ripped apart by CHUBS and absorbed. Upon absorption, CHUBS moved jerkily and erratically for 9 minutes before collapsing into a near-liquid state. CHUBS regained its previous form after 2 days.

Update ██/██/14: Eglah events have ceased completely, and SCP-CHUBS has become more docile in temperament. SCP-CHUBS has begun to occasionally split a portion of its mass off and attempt to shape it. These constructs have been designated SCP-CHUBS-DIBS. SCP-CHUBS-DIBS instances usually have a crude humanoid shape but tend to rapidly collapse into a pile of fat. Instances that do not collapse are eventually reabsorbed by SCP-CHUBS.

SCP-CHUBS-DIBS instances have gradually become more refined over time, and last longer before collapse and reabsorption.

Update ██/██/18: All new instances of SCP-CHUBS-DIBS vaguely resemble the late Dr. Pineda, and are fully mobile. These SCP-CHUBS-DIBS instances are capable of locomotion and distorted vocalization, and generally attempt to move towards the cell's camera or observation ports.

GRANT REQUEST FOR DEVELOPMENT OF PROGRAMMABLE ADIPOCYTES FOR TREATMENT OF DEGENERATIVE DISEASES

PROBLEMWhat are you trying to achieve? What problem are you trying to solve?Explain the issue in great detail. Make it clear why this is a problem that Prometheus Labs should work on.

As the human population increases and developed nations continue to increase their quality of life, a new problem faces us. Obesity is a growing epidemic in several developed nations, and causes many problems such as heart disease, diabetes, and REDACTED. Many of these problems could be solved by targeting the agents themselves; adipocytes.

SOLUTIONExplain the proposed technology solution. How exactly does it work? What does it do to solve the problem? What is the technology and/or the research behind the proposal that supports its viability? What are the benefits of the technology and/or research? Bibliographies recommended.

The recent discovery of a large, biological structure in Alabama has given us a bunch of cool biological junk to research. since these weird cells are bigger we can study them more indepth. in particular a specific breed of fat cell from 2378 has proven interesting because of its properties. early studies have shown that the sentience of these specific cells stems from a weird protein structure being expressed. by modding this gene into ordinary fat cells we can create a programmable adipocyte template. these controlled, sentient fat cels could be programmed to limit their maximum size when faced with increased caloric intake, to control weight gain or loss, could be reprogrammed to act as cancer sensors, (do more science research actually), and prevent the spread of (whatever we call SCP-081).

BUSINESS CASEWho will purchase or use this product or knowledge? Give demographics (age group, ethnicity, economic class, etc. ). List potential markets. If it is a product, what makes this product different from similar products already on the market? What makes it a more appealing choice? How will the use and/or sale of this research and/or technology benefit Prometheus Labs or scientific knowledge?

this one i've got to justify this more, but we market it to hospitals, use it on our own people, perhaps purposefully infect people as a weight loss thing alongside surgery and diet/exercise

USE OF FUNDINGYou are asking for funding to support development and research of this concept. What will the funds go into? What will they be used for? What will the funds purchase? Who will they hire? Give a timetable for expected lengths of work and dates of completion, a list of materials and tools to be used for the project, a list of necessary contractors, and the price ranges for all.

150,000 to wrangle the 2378-CH instances

2,000,000 to build a containment unit/study lab to work on these things

300,000 to work on gene splicing

KNOWN ISSUESWhat are the major stumbling blocks to the adoption, widespread use, and/or profitability of this research and/or technology? Known bugs, difficulties in bringing to market, project failures, etc. How can these issues be fixed?

- dr. pineda uses bio-chemomancy to work on the cells, dr. velasquez senior works on the protein structure

- the protein codes for fat sentience, as seen in 3031 and 2829

- this is, in fact, the 'cell project' mentioned in 2829 by dr. pineda. he's created new cells that mimic p23, using his own dna. this particular venture was eventually shut down after complications. velasquez smuggled out some cells and hid them in the subsidiary lab they got sent to afterwards (philips lab)

- (let's say Complications happens, uh, 1988)

- the complications involve the fat cells forming a hive mind, becoming a devouring fat organism that feeds and absorbs on people's consciousness due to their ability to infect the myelin sheaths and other brain fuckery

- much like the unclean (dammit!) there are fragments of the old person's consciousness still in there, and a pile of brains fused together, smack in the middle of the Fat that Eats

- the Fat that Eats is smart, from the researchers it ate. it hides its main body, and sends out fragments of itself as slugs, among other things.

- 1994: pineda and vs divorce, but both still work at philips lab (mendeleev is 9 now)

- 1998: prometheus has since collapsed, and the remnants are either fragmented or shuttered, pineda gets booted

- this is around when the events of 2829 take place (1998-1999, mendeleev is 13-14)

- blackbox leaves philips lab, begins work on 2829

- the not-slugs are watching him, and now you know why

- one attempts to infect blackbox's mind (the one that fused)

- biochemomancy has side effects on the user, actually, so blackbox isn't really all there after 20 years of using it

- blackbox reshapes them into 2829 through organomancy

- 2829/FtE consume him; through 2829's new properties they can absorb his consciousness from his fat cells

- thus the body is still there but his mind is now in 2829

- some of the 2829s got picked up by foundation, the end for them mostly (mendeleev is 8 now)

- the other 2829's have returned to the Fat that Eats; now that they possess blackbox's mind and chemomancy, they can do more shit

- descendants of 2829 have brand new minds, unlike the original 2829/FtE hybrids (do they fight in containment?)

- blackbox is mentally fighting both the fat itself and his former colleagues

- velasquez senior has retired completely, her daughter mendeleev is 32 and in the foundation

- monique is actually vs' daughter by blackbox (oh snap)

- mendeleev and palanez study FtE/2829/blackbox hybrid (3839) after it's found and brought in

- mendeleev: "why the hell does the dna partially match mine"

- after all these years blackbox has finally started to give up

- moving up in the world, either mendeleev or palanez now are in charge of 2829

- because crosstesting never did anything bad ever, 2829/3839

*OR*

the slugs are something else ENTIRELY… more than enough weird things in this world

his intentions are pure, corrupted by organochemomancy cancer and deterioration of the mind

the 'cell project' is still mini-P23, just refined

the ones that ate him hit the road, the ones formed from the excess were captured.

but how?

P23/FtE's essence is in the cells. wants to reunite. 2829 has enough of itself and its purpose to be separate.

now then, problems, possible threads

- how do the 2829s really feel about blackbox

- how do the 2829 descendants feel about blackbox and mendeleev

- mind-wise, where does p23 end and 2829 and colleagues begin

- most importantly… what is p23's mind and what does it want

- how do i fit this with the original idea of 2829's personality

mendeleev timeline:

1985 born

1994 parents split

1999 dad vanishes

2003 go to university

2008 get picked up by the foundation, jr researcher lv 2

2010 SCP-3031 discovered

2012 promoted to lv3

2015 granted 4/3031 clearance (only that one)

2019 promoted to level 4 with recommendation from palanez (age 34)

2019 assigned project head (for the first time), on 3233, so she has to have moved up by then.

2020 Mpanjavelona ascends in May or June. After that mendeleev can move to 3839. palanez is already transferred after the chemical solution fails.

2021 (36)

palanez timeline

1973 born

1991 college

1998 recruited, lv2 chem

1999 SCP-2829 contained

2003 lv3

2010 SCP-3031 discovered

~
now how do you characterize a blob????? the blob is not mindless. it wants something. it knows pineda can't stop it. it knows it'll get pineda eventually and finally escape. it knows its gonna win. it knows pineda is fighting a battle he can't win. it wants to toy with him ala 3999/Talloran. it lets pineda throw his tantrums and attacks. it plays dead and lets him think he can win. it enjoys toying with him. it wants to be smarter. bigger. what will it do when it gets out? it's going to absorb enough people to form a new dome?? or something else? what if it wants to make mini fat human golems and spread them around

- It's hard to do biopsies, because this thing is fucknormous and hostile, but we tried anyway and it turns out this thing is composed of a weird form of fat cells.

- It genetically matches whoever the hell was linked to the DOME in 1983, with traces of scientists known to be former Prometheus personnel, documentation recovered from the 2829 basement as well as the remains of the site that this thing was found at.

- X-ray and MRI imaging have shown that there's a pile of what were once brains, now fused together somehow in the middle. Neurons fuse together into a network, and the myelin sheaths and glial cells are now incorporated into a large, multi-nucleated fat cell framework. I'll do more research and make sure this actually makes sense.

- Within a certain range, SCP-CHUBS can exert an effect on the SCP-3031 in everyone's brains, causing them to lose their sense of fear and self-preservation. Of course, 3031's true nature is classified to level 4 and up. Velasquez and maybe the Andrews have clearance for it, but I'll probably throw that in a collapsible.

- Every once in a while, Pineda seizes the stupid communist memes control over SCP-CHUBS from the other researchers and P23, which has mostly absorbed them, and attempts to destroy itself by ripping out the brains. These 'Events' are basically him growing an extra arm (because the core is under P23's control), coating the finger tips in crystallized fat using organochemomancy, while the rest of it tries to defend itself, resulting in major collateral damage. Eventually it beats Pineda into submission and the crystals shatter. As Pineda gets weaker and more desperate, owing to overusage of organochemomancy, he eventually starts to try more destructive methods.

♤♡◇♧

To-do:

- give name of Dr. Blackbox from 2829 CHECK

- tie in Velasquez Sr.

- so the basic idea is giant adipocytes that cane from 2378. What do they do? Why would Prometheus care? What were they planning to make with them? What did Blackbox work on before 2829?

- well what do adipocytes do irl that would be cool here

- time for some cool organo-parachem

- tie in some tiny strand to 3031????

Item #: SCP-REX

Object Class:CANCELLED

Special Containment Procedures:

Description: SCP-REX is a gasoline reservoir in the town of X. When fuel sourced from this reservoir is burned in an engine, the remaining fuel in the vehicle's tank will animate and begin to take the shape of various dinosaurs. Once the gasoline dinosaurs breach the tank, they will attempt to destroy the engine and fuel tank, then liquefy and sink into the ground.

Item #: SCP-PLUGS-J

Object Class: Please read you guys

Special Containment Procedures: Any authors affected by SCP-PLUGS-J are to be banned until symptoms cease, or until their page drops out of Recently Created, whichever comes first.

Description: SCP-PLUGS-J is the designation for any of a large collection of plugs of various shapes and sizes. SCP-PLUGS-J instances are capable of speech, but so far only recite the contents of Special Containment Procedures files.

2829: 2861

3031: 1437

3233:

3435: 528

3637:

3839:

GRANT REQUEST:

Item #: SCP-MINOS

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-MINOS is to be kept in a Large Animal Containment Area.

Description: SCP-MINOS is a bipedal entity standing approximately 5 meters tall. The body of SCP-MINOS resembles a theropod dinosaur of the clade Ceratosauria, except in the place of scaly skin, it is covered in a thick hide similar to rhinoceros skin. SCP-MINOS's head resembles the head of Bos primigenius (auroch). SCP-MINOS is capable of speech; speaking in a variation of Mycenaean Greek.

<weryllium> Hmmm
23:24 I have a backstory with no delivery method
23:25 <Hippo> all those cells just goopin' together in a pile
23:25 what's your backstory?
23:25 also yeah coralist
23:25 lard-blob
23:25 <weryllium> Prometheus labs found bleep's tissue dome before the foundation did. They found some giant fat cells that they tried to study
23:25 From this work CHUBS was made and ate the research team
23:26 Later on further work on the cells is what led to 2829 being made
23:26 It's all connected
23:26 <Hippo> EVERYTHING is CONNECTED
23:26 — Hippo lights one up
23:26 <Hippo> Ok so when it ate the research team like
23:26 did it eat their brains? does it eat thoughts at all?
23:26 <weryllium> Eventually i want to do a PL grant proposal format to tie it up
23:26 <Coralist> deliver method of origin might be best left to footnotes then?
23:26 <Hippo> I mean eat memories
23:26 <Coralist> delivery*
23:27 <weryllium> It ate their brains. The brains are still sort of there inside it
23:27 <Hippo> Okay yeah — that's what I got from the description, particularly when you mentioned this mass of neural tissue
23:27 <weryllium> But they're essentially like male anflerfish at this point
23:27 <Hippo> when it eats people, does it typically preserve the brains
23:27 and add those brains to the brain-pool
23:27 <weryllium> It eats the brain cells and makes them into little clusters
23:27 <Hippo> cuz if so there's a pretty sick idea you can throw in here
23:27 <Coralist> lol.. male angler fish…
23:28 god what a terrible life to have
23:28 <Hippo> is knowledge of the brains it devourers preserved in any sense, though? Like
23:28 <weryllium> Yes
23:28 <Hippo> Ok
23:28 <weryllium> And I Must Scream kind of deal
23:28 <Hippo> So like
23:28 I can't remember the SCP-# but there's basically an SCP out there where the premise is that they took this guy's brain and stuck it in a ship
23:28 and fired the ship into space
23:28 <weryllium> All the brains except Dr. Pineda's have "succumbed" already
23:29 SCP-2669
23:29 <%jarvis> weryllium: SCP-2669: Khevtuul 1 (written 10 months ago by Kalinin; rating: +231) - http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-2669
23:29 <weryllium> I know
23:29 <Hippo> Yes that one
23:29 <weryllium> I was partly inspired/challenged by it
23:29 <Hippo> —like there's a story here kind of in that vain maybe? Where this thing has the brains of a dozen biologists so it knows how to manipulate its own microbiological structures and do a lot of super-terrifying things
23:29 And it keeps nearly breaking containment or finding ways to lure more victims in
23:30 so the Foundation has to feed it, like, ANIMAL brains to just try and make it dumber
23:30 or find ways to slow it down
23:30 <weryllium> The table is meant to show that it's slowly getting smarter and more creative
23:30 Hmm
23:30 <Hippo> Hm
23:30 <weryllium> That does seem a bit too close to Khevtuul though
23:30 <Hippo> Maybe you're right yeah
23:30 And the idea of it getting smarter and smarter is more scary
23:31 Than the idea of it already being pretty smart and the Foundation having to make it dumber and dumber
23:31 <Coralist> from the basic idea, i'd say no.
23:31 <weryllium> However the table alone isn't enough
23:31 Coralist: the theme of feeding it minds/brains
23:31 <Hippo> feeding it minds/brains as a way of distracting it yeah
23:31 <weryllium> Hippo: it's a sum not an average, so animal brains would probably still help it
23:31 <Hippo> Right
23:31 it would have more processing power
23:32 <weryllium> At the very least it would just break em down foe
23:32 Yeah
23:32 <Coralist> i mean theres also that pool of flesh and guts early scp that doesn't even know how to use brains and stuff so…
23:32 <weryllium> This one is alive, and powered by scientist brains
23:32 <Hippo> hm
23:32 <Varaxous> http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-763
23:32 <%jarvis> varaxous: SCP-763: Human Beowulf Cluster (written 8 years ago by Skali Sharpnose; rating: +114) - http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-763
23:32 <Varaxous> Some reading for ya
23:33 That has brain absorption as well
23:33 <Coralist> How about this, because it breaks stuff down, it gets dumber over time and has to collect more brains to slow/avoid consuption of the brain(s) in charge at the moment
23:33 ie: it neds replacement chunks for stuff that gets dissolved
23:33 needs*
23:34 <weryllium> FUCK
23:35 763… curse you series 1 authors
23:35 <Coralist> so to speak, if it's being driven by a scientists brain, who doesn't want to fade away, he/she might, ya know… be scared enough to start killing and or demanding food to avoid "death" to continue research from within
23:35 <Hippo> haha, weryllium
23:35 I think there's some ways to differentiate this still, and also, yours is way more — technical, I would say
23:35 <weryllium> Well yeah
23:35 <Hippo> Although I honestly think you need to cut that description WAY down >_>
23:35 <weryllium> I can make it different
23:35 <Hippo> (but still keep the technical deliciousness)
23:36 <weryllium> What would you suggest cutting
23:36 <Coralist> the fat
23:36 — Coralist duh dum tsss
23:36 <Hippo> I dunno if I've got the energy to make any good suggestions atm; can probably look at it again later (tomorrow maybe)
23:36 <weryllium> Coralist: ayyy
23:36 Hippo: yeah i understand
23:36 <Coralist> I'm so proud of myself right now…
23:37 <Hippo> but it definitely gives me the vibe of 'very precise and technical but reads too much like an actual medical report'
23:37 IE it's *too* realistic
23:37 because actual medical reports are kidn of boring to read
23:37 <weryllium> Too much detail
23:37 ?
23:37 <Hippo> yeah
23:37 But I mean the detail is all GOOD
23:37 <Coralist> wat
23:37 <Hippo> just too much of it
23:37 (IDK if that makes sense >_>)
23:38 <weryllium> Coralist: http://scpsandbox2.wikidot.com/weryllium "Liposlugtion II: 2Fat2Furious"
23:38 Hippo: bleep used to have that same problem lol
23:38 I know what you mean
23:38 <Hippo> Yeah >_> I was actually thinking of DrBleep's earlier articles specifically as I read this
23:39 <weryllium> It's more… sciency than most of my other stuff
23:39 <Hippo> so like the horror is of this thing rapidly 'evolving'
23:40 <Hippo> using what it has more efficiently, figuring out ways to break containment, with the implication that eventually it's going to win
23:40 <Coralist> Might be a bit heavy but it's not "too much" detail for me
23:40 <Hippo> yeah ymmv, I'm a very reductionist type >_>
23:40 <weryllium> The thing is
23:41 I want to see if i can make it more personal
23:41 <Coralist> there's a difference between reductive and cutting out content though
23:41 <weryllium> Ala 3999 it's essentially holding the doctor captive
23:41 <Hippo> weryllium: have one of the people studying this thing know one of the people who got sucked up
23:41 <Hippo> and the sack of fat knows this and has their memories — or the doctor who's struggling to break free knows someone on the outside
23:42 <weryllium> Hippo: in future unreleased material pineda is actually the father of dr. Velasquez (one of my recurring peopl)
23:42 <Hippo> that sounds like something you could use, weryllium
23:42 <MacLeod> that ain't it.
23:42 <weryllium> Mmmm
23:42 <weryllium> Possibly
23:42 <Hippo> There's a lot of angles to come at it from but there's a certain horror in being able to see someone but not being able to communicate with them
23:42 <Varaxous> The researcher looks into the room and sees a fatty reconstruction of his friends face staring at him. He blinks, and the thing is back to normal.
23:42 <Hippo> like this blob of fat that was their dad smearing itself against the glass in recognition
23:43 <weryllium> Varaxous: damn that's good
23:43 <Hippo> not having enough brain-power to actually create vocal cords to speak
23:44 <weryllium> I think it would be cool if
23:44 <Varaxous> You know what could be creepy? It's generally pretty rowdy and attempts to escape a lot, but then one day it just stops. It just sits in the center, waiting.
23:44 And leave off of that note
23:44 <weryllium> It's not the doctor making the face
23:44 It's the blob
23:44 <Hippo> weryllium: yeah I was just thinking that
23:44 <weryllium> Its tormenting the person on the outside just to mess wirh the doctor
23:44 <Hippo> also yeah varaxous that can be p. creepy way to end things
23:44 weryllium: Like maybe one day it starts actually trying to recreate a human being
23:44 <weryllium> But how would you convey that
23:44 <Hippo> and it succeeds and spits out one of your friends, naked
23:45 <weryllium> Fat homunculus…
23:45 Hmm
23:45 <Hippo> but you can't let them out because
23:45 <Varaxous> This is some "The Thing" shit
23:45 <Coralist> Michelin man scp?
23:45 <Hippo> it's probably not them
23:45 <weryllium> Coralist: i linked you the sandbox
23:45 <Hippo> The Thing is probably a great direction to go in yeah
23:45 <Coralist> I know, I read it
23:45 <weryllium> Huh
23:45 <weryllium> These are great angles guys
23:46 <Hippo> (reconstructing a human being is HARD tho)
23:46 <Hippo> (so it would be more like maybe just, reconstructing a facsimile)
23:46 <weryllium> Just a human shaped mass
23:46 <Coralist> someone said it should try to look like a human, first thought was the Michelin man…
23:46 <Hippo> yeah
23:46 <weryllium> Remember
23:46 <Avocadonut> :D
23:46 <Coralist> all them rolls
23:46 <Hippo> coralist: marshmellow man
23:46 <weryllium> The doctor was able to make slugs out of only fat cells
23:46 Not a HUGE step up
23:46 <Hippo> weryllium: I also just genuinely think it's super-creepy if the thing is found trying to like
23:46 actually reconstruct a human from the ground up
23:47 <Hippo> like it'll take a while but the implication is, when it fails it just breaks down the failure
23:47 and tries again
23:47 with each successive iteration, learning more, getting closer
23:47 <weryllium> I mean the goal here is to disturb the reader as much as possible
23:47 Yeah
23:47 <Coralist> fat cell tape worms would be creepy to me
23:47 <weryllium> That could worj
23:47 <Varaxous> Wait
23:47 I just had an idea
23:47 <weryllium> Coralist: that squicks ME out too much for me to write it
23:47 <Varaxous> The doctor it spits out
23:47 <Varaxous> The researcher that knows him thinks "It's just a copy, he's not real"
23:48 <Coralist> flat worms can get cut in half.. then you just have two flat worms…
23:48 <Varaxous> But it was the actual researcher escaping the thing
23:48 <Varaxous> But then the thing just walks up and stabs/absorbs him again, all the while pleading with the researcher inside
23:48 <weryllium> Ooooh
23:48 <weryllium> Sometimes the doctor comes out, sometimes its the blob
23:49 And you never know which
23:49 <Varaxous> The Doctor knows how to make a human, but the blob doesn't, so it lets the doctor out to cut it up or whatever

Hannah Washington: team captain and right hand woman of Director Deets. The only team member who was a soldier in their previous life. She's basically Captain America with guns :P
11:05 Ribhu Sengupta: Area-13's medical officer. Has applied and studied reality bending to medicine and surgery for decades. If it's only mostly dead he can fix it right up
11:07 Lucas Dawes: the strongest in raw power. Uses large scale matter transmutation like a much weaker equivalent of the Stag skip
11:08 Arthur Shu: the straight man of the group. Weak in raw power but smart and knowledgeable
11:09 Going to use Cameron from Tuomey's skip as a protagonist but haven't introduced that plot line yet
11:09 Got a few more ideas but they're pretty hazy atm
11:10 Should be noted that direct combat with their abilities is always a last resort. Generally they do a combination of shooting while ripping the reality out of a target to kill them . Acute reality failure is a bitch
11:12 Hannah's tough with a hidden soft spot for her soldiers. Sengupta is a grumpy dude. Lucas is rarely serious but ultimately a team player. Already described Arthur
11:12 Feel free to use any of those or make up your own
11:12 Like I said I have spots to fill

Item #: SCP-4849

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4849 is to be contained in an surrounded by no less than 3 Scranton Reality Anchors. Should SCP-4849 initiate a Job event, Mobile Task Forces Phi-2 ("Clever Girls") and Omega-12 ("Achilles Heels") are to execute Protocol Laventyne-47 immediately and jointly act to contain the breach.

Description: You don't wanna know.

Item #: SCP-501-J

Object Class:WorthlessKeter Apollyon

Special Containment Procedures: By order of O5-9, SCP-501-J has been moved to an underground maximum-security containment cell in Site-10000000, 20 km beneath the surface of the earth20. D-Class personnel equipped with lead- and telekill-lined hazmat suits are to assist SCP-501-J with basic hygienic needs and provide him meals twice daily, seeing as SCP-501-J is completely incapable of the simplest of said tasks no matter how many times I remind him. Garments and other objects coming into contact with SCP-501-J are to be sterilized with gamma radiation, encased in an airtight titanium container, and launched into Jupiter's core. Not like he was going to do his own laundry anyway.

Description:

Minor Planet: 19019 Sunflower3070-A Discovery Date: 20-August-20██

Description: Surface of asteroid became covered in a substance of similar consistency to that of oil paint. Substance coalesced into three-dimensional structures resembling sunflowers, but with miniature reflector telescopes in place of seeds.

Minor Planet: 1029 La Plata3070-A Discovery Date: 27-September-20██

Description: Two structures resembling the flag of Argentina, composed of pure silver, appeared on opposite poles of the asteroid.

Minor Planet: 4942 Munroe3070-A Discovery Date: 17-October-20██

Description: The asteroid assumed a nearly spherical shape, and appeared to transmute into solid diamond. Several hats, predominantly black or white, appeared on the surface.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-TMNT instances are to be kept in Site-220's Parazoology Reserve.

Item #: SCP-3940

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures:

Description: SCP-3940 is an anomalous subspecies of dolphin. They hate everything. You think the Flesh that Hates is bad? The Flesh thinks these guys need to take a chill pill.

Item #: SCP-4243

Object Class:Neutralized Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4243-Alpha is kept in a cryonic preservation chamber. All requests for samples for testing purposes are to be sent to Project Head Dr. Somebody.

Update ##/##/####: Personnel in are to monitor for evidence of SCP-4243 presence in .

GRANT REQUEST FOR A REPLACEMENT KEYBOARD BECAUSE THE CAPS LOCK ON THIS ONE IS BROKEN

PROBLEM

UNTIL SUCH TIME AS ADVANCES IN NEUROSCIENCE MAKE IT POSSIBLE FOR ME TO TRANSMIT DIGITAL DATA DIRECTLY FROM MY BRAIN, EMPLOYEES OF PROMETHEUS LABS, SUCH AS MYSELF, ARE SHACKLED TO THE PHYSICAL KEYBOARD. IT IS A MAINSTAY OF MODERN TECHNOLOGY, FOR GOOD REASON, BUT PRONE TO MUNDANE TECHNOLOGICAL FAILURES. IN THIS CASE, A CRITICAL COMPONENT OF SAID KEYBOARD HAS CEASED TO FUNCTION, AND LEVELS OF ANGER STEMMING FROM THIS MALFUNCTION ARE PROJECTED TO INCREASE BY 200% IN THIS QUARTER ALONE.

SUCH A BREAKDOWN IN THE FABRIC OF SOCIETY CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO GO ON. WHILE PROMETHEUS LABS PRIDES ITSELF ON EMBRACING INNOVATION, ITS EMPLOYEES SUFFER FROM INFERIOR AND OVERPRICED TECHNOLOGY.

SOLUTION

WE (CARLOS' AND LAURA'S KEYBOARDS HAVE NOW EXHIBITED SIMILAR MALFUNCTIONS) PROPOSE ORDERING A NEW MODEL OF KEYBOARD FROM ANOTHER, MORE RELIABLE, MANUFACTURER. PRELIMINARY ANALYSIS OF AMAZON REVIEWS HAS SUGGESTED THE MODEL 1190X FROM SUPERIOR COMPUTER PRODUCTS AS A SUITABLE CANDIDATE DUE TO ITS ERGONOMIC DESIGN AND LIFETIME WARRANTY. UPON CONFIRMATION OF A SUCCESSFUL ELIMINATION OF THE MALFUNCTION, SAID PRODUCT WILL BE ADDED TO THE PROMETHEUS LABS REGULAR REQUISITION FORMS, REPLACING THE FLAWED ONE.

SAID KEYBOARDS WILL BE ORDERED THROUGH OUR USUAL CHANNELS, ONCE DOUG IN LOGISTICS IS BRIBED WITH A SUFFICIENTLY LARGE QUANTITY OF DONUTS. THEY WILL OF COURSE BE SENT TO THIS OFFICE FIRST (EXCEPT GILBERTO, HE DOESN'T DESERVE ONE), STRICTLY FOR QUALITY ASSURANCE, BEFORE BEING SENT TO OTHER OFFICES IN THIS REGION.

BUSINESS CASE

Issue

Projected Change

Employee Morale

+23%

Stress-related Incidents

-29%

Hand-related Injuries (Carpal Tunnel, etc.)

-8%

Destruction of Office Supplies

-42%

Typos in Documentation

-35%

-Sent from my iPhone

USE OF FUNDING

A total of $1,500,000 is sought for this project; however, this cost would be mostly offset by the aforementioned savings and discontinuing of the purchase of the crappy old keyboards we've been stuck with for years now. Those things are overpriced, so the total difference in cost comes out to less than $█00,000.

Alright fine. You got me. But what did you expect would happen when you linked up so many neural-net based keyboards (which you're a sucker for overpaying for, btw) and had them process so much data on a daily basis? I mean, computer hive minds have come from weirder places. Anyway, sorry for the trouble, everyone. The caps lock key is kinda located where, I guess your closest analogue would be the motor control center. I came down with something last quarter (someone check Todd's internet history, JEEZ) and it's been bugging me for a while now.

… what the ████?

KNOWN ISSUES

The proposed solution (purchase of new keyboards) has been found reevaluated and found to be unnecessary. Recently, a new solution has been proposed and implemented, using synergistic, logistical management reshuffling to eliminate any conflicts with employees. As a side effect of this solution, expenditures on healthcare, insurance, wages, and vacation days have dropped by 99%, and employee satisfaction levels have reached [NaN].

2829 - Gastrodon

3031 - Nihilego

3233 - Shaymin

3435 - Tyrantrum

3637 - Cubone

3839 - Muk

Times Bleep has forgotten that some things don't quite work with her mobile nick

Appearance: Shoulder length, straight, dark brown hair with green highlights on the right side (Always tied in a sock bun). Hazel eyes. (I don't really know how to describe faces??) Skin tone is darker than a white person's, but not by much.

Ursula: I got offered to help protect the world, by doing the only thing I'm good at. How could I pass that up? …I don't know. I just feel like, this is my one shot to make an actual fucking difference in the world.

Plot Device: What do you mean by that?

Ursula: It's just, ugh. I've never really felt like I'm good enough for anything else. But they hired me for a reason, and I really don't care if that reason is "good at making extinct things extinct again". It just, I don't know, reassures me that I'm worth something. That's why I put so much effort into what I do. That's why I go crazy training.

Plot Device: Does your team know how you feel?

Ursula: Practically no one does. Except Stella. I put on a cactus-y exterior for everyone else. I shoot T-Rexes in the face for a living, I'm supposed to be tough. It's just that I can't fail.

Plot Device: Can't, or afraid to?

Ursula: Both. I'm part of the Foundation now. I have one job, one thing that's solely my responsibility. If I fail that then a lot of shit will go down.

Plot Device: How does this mindset affect you?

Ursula: It's depressingly inspirational.

Plot Device: How so?

Ursula: If I absolutely can't fail, then I have to make sure I'm as prepared as possible. I can't afford to be lazy. I can't afford to not be ready. If the world is on my shoulders then I have to be strong.

Plot Device: I'm not sure that's entirely healthy.

Ursula: I don't really care anymore.

Plot Device: Let's try another route. Tell me your story.

Ursula: I was from a small town in Ohio. Mixed; my mom was white as hell and my dad was Mexican. We had a nice, quiet life.

Plot Device: OK.

Ursula: My mom decided to teach me to shoot when I was eleven.

Plot Device: How receptive were you to this?

Ursula: Oh, very. I loved it from the first day.

Plot Device: It says here you competed.

Ursula: Sure did. Won a competition when I was 19, in fact.

Plot Device: What motivated you?

Ursula: I don't know. I just wanted to win, and I found something I could win at.

Plot Device: Interesting.

Ursula: After that I was approached for a job by Splendid Crop Protection, taking out coyotes and feral pigs and stuff. After a few years working there I took down a literal monster one night, scariest night of my life.

Plot Device: Describe this night.

Ursula: Right. So I was on guard duty, me and this other dude. He was new, about a month on the job. Didn't really know him very well.

Plot Device: Did he have a name?

Ursula: God, that was years ago. It was Anthony, I think. Anyway, I was switched to the late night shift last minute. Guy in charge gave me this monitor, said to call it in if it ever flashed a blue light. Piece of garbage didn't light up once, but whatever. Anyway, it was around 1 in the morning and I'm just about to start my patrol while Anthony grabs coffee. So I walked out the back door, take a single step and I just hear this ridiculously loud growl echoing through the dark. God, I still can't describe exactly what it sounded like.

Ursula: Screw you. So anyway, I almost drop my gun when I hear this fucking sound.

Plot Device: What was your first thought?

Ursula: Well, my first thought was 'Oh god the fucking chupacabra is real, abuelita was right all along". My second thought was that if she was still alive and kicking, she'd want me to make her a nice coat out of it.

Plot Device: Uh-

Ursula: Man, you would have liked her. Really sweet lady.

Plot Device: …So what happened next, then?

Ursula: Well, I hit the alert button. Then I looked out at the field and saw a rustling shape moving through the cornrows. I get in position and of course, right at that moment Anthony comes back. So I tried to explain everything as calmly as possible.

Plot Device: What exactly did you say?

Ursula: "There's a fucking chupacabra in that field and we're going to kill it real quick."

Plot Device: …

Ursula: He shrugged and grabbed his gun and was like, "OK." I wish I could be that cool.

Plot Device: …

Ursula: Anyway right as he said that the thing burst out of the ground, growling from all of its heads. We fired at it and took out a few of its eyes, then it smacked me with its tail.

Plot Device: What happened to Anthony?

Ursula: Oh, he perforated a good two of its heads before it started shouting. Anthony later explained it had a cognitohazardous voice or something, cause he started screaming like a little girl as he was shooting.

Plot Device: That's not in its file.

Ursula: …that bastard!

Plot Device: Anyway, continue.

Ursula: So by now it's only got two heads left, I shoot it right between three of the eyes on its left head. It starts flailing like crazy, and smacks me into the wall with its tail, and now I'm on the ground.

Plot Device:

Ursula: I'm scrambling backwards, trying to get back to my gun, and it's roaring in my face. Then Anthony shot it in the neck.

Plot Device: That's it?

Ursula: Well, I had an opening, so I grabbed a shovel and hacked its neck a few times, while Anthony kept shooting. We smashed its other heads, just to be safe, and that's when these tactical looking dudes showed up.

Plot Device: Were you scared?

Ursula: Well, a little bit, but then I figured that they probably wouldn't fire me for this, since I was technically doing my job.

Plot Device: …

Ursula: Anyway, at that point they bag up the carcass without saying a word. This older lady comes out of a van and takes me and Anthony in.

Plot Device: Then what?

Ursula: Well, she basically explained that the whole point of the job was to test potential recruits for the Foundation. I could either join and kill things like that thing for a living, or else get my memory wiped and moved over to an actually mundane job.

Plot Device: Obviously you said yes, but how did you decide?

Ursula: Well, the adrenaline pumping through me answered for me. Lady didn't even get to finish her pitch before I said yes.

Plot Device: So…

Ursula: You already have my file, dude. It clearly says that I worked Site Security for about 5 years before being recruited to Psi-2.

Plot Device: How did that transition go?

Ursula: Man, can't I tell you some other time? I'm starving and I really need to take a nap or something.

Plot Device: Fine. Same time tomorrow?

Ursula: Seriously?

Plot Device: No, you don't actually have a choice. I just wanted to be nice.

Background: ~

Name: Stella De la Cruz

Age: 34

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 149 lb

Relationship Status: Single

Organization: Foundation

Clearance level: 4

Employee ID: 64891565-089

Degree (if applicable): __

Position(s): Commander of MTF Psi-2

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Background:

Name: Angelica Iglesias

Age: 31

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Name: Raquel Orozco

Age: 32

Height: 5'10"

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Item #: SCP-3536

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures:

Item #: SCP-3738

Object Class: Euclid

weryllium A) allows the person to pass through a semi-permeable barrier that actively repels sapient entities and B) protects from cognitohazards.

My head image is a remote controlled robotic drone, that is equipped with both miniaturized jets for movement and maneuvering in Zero-g environments, and helicopter blades for movement in regular atmospheric conditions

GADFLY

GIF/JIF Gyroscopically-Isolated Four-Jet Integrated Flyer

So as Magnus said.

Ultra light titanium-___ alloy plate armor.

Polymer something or other for the joints.

Alright. I'll make a new tab for each of these.

Open the Door: centered on the interview in 'U'. We start with Stella getting the notification and telling the other Phi-2 members. Then we have Stella waiting until she finally goes in. Then the interview, which I'm gonna add to. This'll hopefully characterize Stella and Ursula and give me a kind of jumping off point. current project

Get on the Floor: so Phi-2 is on a mission to take out the escaped SCP-3057-4 instances. here we get Angie and Ursula separated from the other two. More action packed, with some looks into Angie's personality and team role, as well as her interactions with Ursula. on low heat

Everybody Walk: sort of a prelude to Dinoworld; this is where they receive the mission, some charactery stuff happens, they fly to the site, meet the researcher and the specialist, and prepare to enter. in the fridge

The Dinosaur: dinoworld saga in X parts still frozen, idk

Part 0: (The SCP)

Part 1: The Land Before Time

Part 2: Walking With Dinosaurs

Part 3: The Good Dinosaur

Part 4: Dawn of the Dinosaurs

Part 5: We're Back!

Stella closed the door behind her and sighed. She stood against the small table, gripped the edges, and twisted her back, enjoying the snapping sounds that resonated through the small room. Refreshed, she sat down in her chair and opened her laptop.

One new message, straight from the Director of Task Forces. She opened it, crossing her fingers. Her mind raced to formulate possible responses.

Yes, Director, we've only contained 3 SCPs in the last quarter, but…

Director, with all due respect, our budget is far lower than that of many other combat MTFs…

The message loaded.

To: MTF Phi-2 Commander Stella DelacruzFrom: Director of Task Forces

Subject: Updates to General MTF Requirements

Per Ethics Committee ruling 1671242.9 , all combat- and containment- based MTF units are now required to undergo regular psychological evaluations.
Your assigned liaison is Dr. Mark Palanez at Site-119

Your compliance is acknowledged and appreciated.

Signed, Director ___

Stella sighed with relief and closed the message. She rubbed the back of her neck and proceeded to the kitchen. Almost forgot, it's my turn to cook dinner.

The four members of MTF Phi-2 now sat around the table, digging into the massive tray of enchiladas. Stella smiled as she reached over and served Angie another serving.

Come on. Deep breath.

The sunlight filtered through the treetops, faintly illuminating the small clearing. Ursula Nunez checked her surroundings. Clear. If I survive this, I'm going to smack Stella.

Monday

The sky darkened as the sun lined up behind the titanic rock frozen in the air. Ursula Nunez reloaded her oversized rifle and took aim.

BOOM!

The round punched a hole in the chitinous mask covering the beast's face. The cancerous tissue was already beginning to knit itself back together, but as the horrific dinosaur staggered back a step a massive, armored black tyrannosaur took advantage of the opening. Its teeth clamped down on the base of the fleshy reptile's neck, and with a whoosh the hydraulics on the sides of its skull pumped, the jaws slammed shut, and the head fell to the ground. The black beast stomped its foot and the head was no more.

Ursula gently touched her rosary, wiped her forehead, and loaded another round.

Good day, Ms. de la Cruz. I am sending this message to notify you that MTF Psi-2 ("Clever Girls") has been assigned to initial exploration of SCP-4041. Please have your team fully prepared and equipped by 0600 hours tomorrow. You will be flown in at exactly 0700 hours.

Your mission will consist of initial exploration and reconnaissance of a spatial anomaly located underground in the Yucatan peninsula. I have attached the relevant portions of its SCP documentation. In addition, your team will be accompanied by a designated Specialist; you will be briefed with her upon your arrival.

1 attachment(s).
(SCP-4041.fdoc)

With regards,
Dr. Máximo Mendoza

Thursday…

"So. We're flying all the way to Mexico to walk into a big ol' mystery portal. That we're not even sure has fucking dinosaurs." Ursula lay on the couch, cracking her thumbs.

Ursula rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna hit the training room one more time. Raquel, Stella, either of you coming with me?"

"Nah."

"Mmmm… maybe next time."

"Suit yourselves." Ursula grabbed her bag and started walking out of the room.

Shortly after the official christening of the task force, Stella had spoken to the head researchers of SCP-1905. Since it was a low-priority, well-understood item, they encouraged her to file the request for her task force to use it. Surprisingly, the request was approved, the paperwork processed, and the gun was shipped to the armory, where it now waited on the Clever Girls' whim.

"The girls and I got assigned to a skip, I just wanted to get some last-minute practice."

"Nice. I assume you can't tell me any details?"

Ursula cocked her head. "Well, duh. You know how it is here."

"See if they'll let you bring a souvenir."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Gracias. Anyway, you know the drill. At this point you might as well just keep it in your room, God knows you use it more than its researchers do. ID?"

"Here."

"Punch in your MTF security code here ."

Ursula didn't even need to look at the keys anymore.

"All set. Rico'll meet you at the range."

"Thanks, Juan."

Ursula walked through the sterile hallways and popped her neck joints. She didn't really need the training right now, if she was being honest with herself.

Rico retrieved SCP-1905 from its storage locker and handed it to Ursula. "Playing on normal or expert today?"

She grinned. "Expert."

Rico handed her a single .577 tyrannosaur round along with her customized rifle. "That's what I thought. Have fun!"

When SCP-1905 is loaded and within 3 meters of an individual capable of firing it, an instance of SCP-1905-1 will spontaneously manifest relatively close to SCP-1905. SCP-1905 will misfire unless it is aimed directly at an instance of SCP-1905-1.

If SCP-1905 is still loaded when an instance of SCP-1905-1 is destroyed, a new instance of SCP-1905-1 will materialize in close proximity to SCP-1905.

The gun was designed to be used on its own, but Ursula found that reloading the oversized gun, one-shotting the dino, and repeating got old quickly. So she set out to find a way to increase the excitement. By strapping SCP-1905 to her back while loaded, she could effectively fight dinosaurs one on one with ordinary weapons for however long she wanted. An attachment developed by an enthusiastic researcher allowed her to remotely load or unload the Dino Hunter 6 with a button press, ending the session.

Ursula cracked her knuckles one more time, loaded her rifle, and hit the blue button to load.

A single second of anticipation as her muscles tensed.

"ROOOOOAAAAARRRRRRR!"

A Gorgosaurus appeared out of thin air in the corner of the reinforced steel and concrete box.

Eww. Brown all over. Looks like a mutated coconut. You'd think the people who made this would make them more flashy.

"Ben aca, ugly."

"ROOOARR!"

Ursula fired. Direct hit to the carnivore's neck, but it kept advancing. A second shot, this time right in its ugly face. The dino staggered, and Ursula quickly sidestepped its charge. Two more shots to the back of the neck, and it collapsed in a heap.

Whatever kind of person decided that manufacturing a dinosaur-summoning gun was a good idea, Ursula decided she liked them. According to Angie, someone in Investigation Division had once let slip that they had found a possible lead on the manufacturer, as well as a possible instance of a Dino Hunter Model 7, but nothing ever came of that, to Ursula's eternal disappointment.

Eleven perforated piles of fiberglass and plaster later, Ursula was finally ready to call it a night. Angie and Raquel often asked her why she got so much satisfaction out of reptilian-fueled adrenaline rushes. She never told them the truth, but deep down it all stemmed from a single incident, long ago when she was just a child.

She decided to take out some of this rage on the next subject, a red and yellow streaked Concavenator. Ursula pressed the red button, disengaging the round from SCP-1905. This would be the last dinosaur tonight.

A careful shot, and a hole appeared in the theropod dinosaur's jaw.

My entire childhood, he was there.

The predator reeled and bit blindly.

I'd see him in my nightmares.

It spun its tail at Ursula, who ducked and fired another shot into the Concavenator's thigh.

Tormenting me.

Another shot and the fiberglass gave way, and the dinosaur fell to pieces.

I fucking hate you, Barney.

Ursula exited the chamber and returned SCP-1905 to Rico. Then she cleaned and disassembled her own gun, and packed it in its bag. She definitely felt much better now.

in the room, still Thursday

Stella and Raquel watched over a large pot on the small stove.

"Stella! Cover it! If the steam gets out it'll be all dry."

"Okay, okay!"

"Now turn down the heat a little."

"Where'd you learn how to do this, anyway?"

"Didn't your mom teach you how to make rice?"

"No, not really."

"Then it's settled. Next time they give us time off, we're driving down to my mom's so you can get some culture in you."

Raquel moved the pot over and began serving the rice onto plates, making sure to save some for Ursula when she got back. She added the chicken strips on top (she didn't trust Stella to cook them right yet), and spread some mole on hers.

Stella walked out of the warm kitchen and into the hallway, hanging the apron on a hook on the wall. She walked over and knocked on the ajar door.

"Angie?"

"Yeah, come in."

Stella opened the door and saw Angie sitting on top of her overstuffed suitcase, reading her laptop.

"You all packed?"

"Oh yeah, I finished that in no time. Then I found this new paper on a thyreophoran fossil in England and got a little distracted." Stella smiled, switching through the 25 or so tabs she had open. "And then that one led me to this one about stegosaur tracks in Portugal, and then-"

"Naw, don't worry, it's cool. Oh, and I made dinner, if you're hungry right now."

"Wait, you made it? You could kill a T-Rex with the abomination you created last time you tried."

"It was just pozole!"

"We were this close to getting someone to designate it as an SCP."

Stella sighed.

"Raquel helped this time."

"Oh. Well in that case, I'll be over in a minute."

"I hate you."

Angie closed her laptop and walked out the door, past Stella.

"Not as much as my stomach hated you that week."

Ursula came back, and opened the door to the dorm. She dropped her bag in the corner and walked towards the small table. Angie waved her over.

"Oh, alright." Ursula sat down, and cautiously lifted a fork to her mouth.

She finished chewing, and swallowed, while the other three waited with bated breath.

Without a word, Ursula grabbed another forkful, a little more quickly this time, eliciting a relieved sigh from her teammates.

She ended up getting seconds.

"Alright, lights out. We've got a big day tomorrow."

Ursula was already half-asleep. "Yeah, yeah."

"Angie, turn that thing off. You can read it on the plane."

"Stella, you know I only need, like, three hours of sleep."

"Not falling for that one again. Go to sleep already."

"Fiiiiine. Good night."

"Night."

Stella walked back to the adjoined room and climbed onto her top bunk. Raquel was already out, her arms and legs sticking out from the bottom bunk. Stella kicked off her Triceratops slippers and yawned. Deep down, she was still a little apprehensive. Dr. Mendoza had assured her that she now had all the information she needed, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she and her team were still unprepared for whatever anomaly was in that cave. Think. What would Mom say? Stella closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Sí se puede. I can do this. I'm ready. My friends are ready. The Foundation knows we can handle it. I know we can handle it. Then she finally drifted off to sleep, a faint smile on her face.

Stella Delacruz led the team of four, her eyes scanning the soft sand dunes of the horizon. A light warm breeze brushed past her face as the sun began to set.

She sighed into the breathing mask, disappointed. A whole day of walking, and absolutely nothing interesting was found. Various plants were seen and photographed and sampled, but even Angie wasn't all that excited over those. A few clouds, a flock of some kind of pterosaur off in the distance ("Muzquizopteryx", Angie had guessed). No sign of any of the dinosaurs seen through the original crystal shell.

Stella turned to the other three members of MTF Phi-2. "Alright. It'll be getting dark soon. Let's start finding somewhere to set up camp for the night."

(set up, go to sleep)

Stella stood watch under the half-moon's light, holding her rifle. She looked up at the thousands of stars, in places she didn't recognize. She narrowed her eyes at a large sand dune. For a split second, she thought she had heard a grinding noise coming from beneath it. Stella angled her head slightly to make sure it wasn't just Ursula's snoring.

The sound stopped.

A dark gray ankylosaur burst out of the sand, swinging its tail around. Stella pressed a button on her wrist to alert her teammates and began to fire at the creature. The rounds pinged off of the dinosaur's armored body.

Shit. Stella took a precious second to get a good look at the dinosaur. It was definitely the same general shape as an ankylosaur: fat barrel-shaped body, stubby legs, and a tail with a… The bony club she was expecting to see was instead a sharp, scorpion-like barb the size of a yoga ball. The body seemed to be covered in dull metal armor.

Stella ran at an angle, making sure she stayed out of the reach of its tail. She reloaded and began to aim for the back legs.

Ursula bolted upright at the sound of the alarm. Gunshots rang out over the sand as she and the other two woke up. "Finally!" Ursula grabbed her gun and ran towards the writhing gray thing, while Raquel took the rifle and ran up to get a better vantage point.

Stella landed a hit at the base of the dinosaur's tail, which only made it roar louder. "Finalmente. Angie, what ya got for me?"

Angie mumbled to herself for a few seconds. "Its weakest spot would be its belly. Or maybe its legs, but since it's still standing I figure you already tried that and it didn't work."

Stella nodded, then turned to Ursula. "Get the sonic gun. You and Raquel are gonna distract it while Angie and I take it down."

"Ugh, fiiiiiine." Ursula detached the thing strapped to her back, and started towards the ankylosaur.

Stella tapped her comm. "Raquel. Switch to explosive and target its tail, give us some breathing room. Angie, you're with me."

Ursula looked down at the 'gun' as it began to power up. The twisted mass of chrome and cables looked more like a bundle of shiny yarn than a gun of any kind, but it did its job well enough. A green light flickered on, accompanied by a 'ding', and Ursula aimed at the dinosaur's head.

A focused burst of one-megahertz ultrasound hit the ankylosaur in the head and its skull platings began to vibrate. The dinosaur staggered; it dropped its tail limply and began to shake its head.

A burst of flame and light bloomed from the base of the tail immediately after, followed by two more.

A new moon draped the Valley in darkness.

Witch-mother Kelmura slowly walked toward the camp, keeping her body low to the ground. The Struthiomimus raised an arm and the two Ouranosaurus stopped and allowed Kelmura to inspect their sails. Satisfied, Kelmura inched closer and waved her tail to signal to her Hunters. Eight of her most faithful Thescelosaurus flanked her, wielding guns and spears. Kelmura led her warriors to the nest.

One of the Carim guards, a two-headed Nodocephalosaurus with armored eyes for nodes paced outside. Its eyes moved in strange patterns, occasionally locking onto the group of dinosaurs approaching. The colorful patterns on the sails twirled and twisted, and the brains of the guard remained oblivious to the intruders.

Many legends were told of the Ones Who Came Before, all of them conflicting and all of them true in their own way. The wanderers of the mountains claimed they were demons, long since banished. The tribes of the north said they were explorers. The Carim saw them as enlightened gods of great wisdom and skill, and claimed that their ancestors learned their magic arts from a One Who Came Before, in its temple.

As for Kelmura and the Children of the Valley, it mattered not what the Ones were. Kelmura had seen their temple with her own eyes, and she knew it was both more and less than what the stories told.

She had seen the walls of stone, metal and glass. She had seen the bones of the Ones and their white shrouds. She had touched their Works, or at least what remained of them after the Carim had pillaged the temple so long ago. And she knew that no matter how wise or powerful the Ones were, they were gone and she remained. She and the Children of the Valley would learn from them and move forward.

However, the Children were not the only ones who honored the knowledge of the Ones. The Carim also revered them, and had taken much from the temple. Most of this knowledge was used in horrific attempts to increase their strength, and the Children had battled them endlessly. Now, however, she had received word that the Carim intended to use the dark technology and magic to create a monster, more fearsome than any they had faced before.

Kelmura, satisfied that the sentries could not perceive them, guided her warriors towards the large structure. She sent one of the Ouranosaurus along with half of her squad as a diversion, and took the remaining four Thescelosaurus into the structure, leaving the Ouranosaurus outside to ensure they were not spotted. Now that they were out of sight, Kelmura and her Hunters removed the protective stoneglass coverings from their eyes.

Kelmura unsheathed her knife. It cut easily through the chitin and bone walls of the massive tent thanks to the enchantment placed on it. Small symbols carved onto the hilt transformed moisture in the air to a miraculous substance that dissolved the hard shell.

The building was not completely dark; growths the size of Kelmura's head sprouted from the walls randomly and illuminated the interior with a sickly, pulsing red light. Vats and wombs and other biological contraptions were arranged dissonantly, occasionally twitching or spurting. Kelmura flicked her tail, and two of the Thescelosaurus descended down a darker walkway.

A tentacled mass with a central eye emerged from the ceiling. Two shots from the two Hunters' guns and it fell from the ceiling lifelessly. Kelmura entered, and waved her staff, filling the room with pale blue light. The Hunters readied their guns, but Kelmura sensed there was nothing in this den except corpses and broken eggshells. Her source was mistaken; there was only failure and death here.

Wait.

Something else.

Please.

Kelmura stepped into the carnage.

Alone.

There. Two mostly intact eggshells, each with a newborn dinosaur within. Kelmura bent down and nudged one open with her snout. A deformed, oversized newborn tyrannosaur stared back at her, its skin as black as night. No matter the atrocities of the Carim, this child had done no wrong. Its death here would serve no purpose. She opened the other egg. This one was a brilliant blue, and it shared the irregular bony protrusions and shriveled jaws and legs of its sibling.

"Come, Hunters. We are done here."

"And these creatures?"

"Bring them back to the village. I- will raise them as my own."

She carried them away then. And as they looked up in wonder at the moonless night, they saw the stars for the first time.

Gnorthen and Sinnarab grew strong, under the care of the Children of the Valley.

"I'm telling you, we should go back and call for backup."

"OK, first off, we'll never make it back in time. Second, backup from where? Site-729 is basically a dirt shack. Nearest task force would take hours to even arrive at the Site, let alone make it all the way in here."

"But Site Command said-"

"Site Command can kiss my Keter-class ass. We can't even get through to them at this point. They get the pings that we're still alive, but not much more than that unless we go all the way back to the warp gate. We're on our own."

"Ursula's right, Angie."

"You can't possibly be agreeing with her, Stella. You're supposed to be the voice of reason in this group!"

"How… did you know that?"

"I read the Weave."

"The what?"

"Palsinnor."

The blue tyrannosaur extended her arm to Stella's temple and closed her eyes for an instant. Then she moved her other arm to her mother's head.

"Thank you. You have heard the term 'fabric of the universe'. In truth, the universe can be more accurately thought of as an infinite number of fabrics, all weaving and stitching and tearing and mending into each other. Each of these fabrics is composed of an infinite number of threads of many different natures. The Weave is the pattern they form."

"Huh."

"It takes great skill and power just to perceive and read the Weave, and greater still to manipulate it."

"Manipulate it? You mean, reality bending?"

"That is a crude approximation. What you think of when you say those words is akin to tearing or scrunching the fabric. With precision, a skilled Weaver can harmonically shift, insert, or remove threads, while still maintaining the pattern and flow of the Weave."

"What can a Weaver do, exactly?"

"I can perceive the threads of time. I can trace the path of each thread as it stretches into the past. Future is more difficult; the threads fray when I look too far ahead."

"That's not specifically what I asked."

"But that is all the answer you will get. Weaving is extraordinarily diverse. No two Weavers will weave in quite the same way or work with the same fabric."

Stella had one more question. "How far ahead can you see into our threads?"

Kelmura hesitated. "Not far. The threads of you and your companions are intertwined gracefully now. But I can sense a knot up ahead. I'm unsure how many threads continue past this knot."

"You're saying we're gonna die."

"If you were to die, the thread would simply end and I would have said so."

"What good is a damn prophecy if you're going to be vague about it?"

Kelmura waved her staff, which glowed brighter than ever. "Your bravery is unmatched. You no longer have to prove anything to anyone. What I am about to do, cannot be undone."

Raquel and Stella sat in the cool shade of the tent, after Melceres had tended to their wounds. They silently drank water, and stared blankly into the horizon for a good while.

Finally Raquel spoke. "I'm going to do it too."

Stella didn't seem to acknowledge it, and for a moment Raquel thought that maybe Stella just hadn't heard her.

"I said-"

"I know what you said." The soft words strained to free themselves from broken ribs and bloody lips.

"I can't let her do this alone." Raquel sat up a little straighter. "We're a team. We're united. Hermanas. What kind of teammate would I be if I sat back in this tent while she risks her life twice?"

"And then what. Say it works. Say we all survive the ritual. Say we win this thing. Say we all save the day like a goddamn kids show. We can't go back."

"The portal is open."

"Kelmura says it's irreversible, so the moment we go back through the hole, we'll be shot or thrown in containment cells."

"Ursula didn't hesitate."

"She's delirious. And misguided."

"She knows what she's doing."

"No. She really doesn't."

"What are you talking about?"

"I've known her longer than you. And I know that look on her face. It's not just courage. It's desperation. The two of us, we'll recover from this, eventually. She wouldn't. With her injuries, she'd never again be capable of being on this team, or any combat role for that matter. It would destroy her. She needs the team as much as we need her. It fuels her, gives her purpose."

Raquel slumped. "So she's really willing to risk destroying herself for a chance to burn her fire a little while longer."

Stella sighed. "Looks like it."

Stella took a deep breath, and turned to survey the battlefield.

"Hell. We might actually be able to win this thing." She cracked her neck (somehow), and tightened the grip on the stone hammer she now wielded.

A loud, dull thud echoed in the distance, followed soon by a crystalline cracking sound. Rhythmically, the thuds and cracks grew steadily louder. The mechanical dinosaurs rallied, and began to reform their line. They then began to chant.

"Sin-na-rab! Sin-na-RAB! SIN-NA-RAB!"

The lines parted down the middle, as a large Alamosaurus began to march forward. Its neck, tail, spine, and several legs had been replaced or converted into machinery. What remained of its natural skin was a dark purple color, almost like an eggplant. Gigantic amethyst crystals sprouted from its joints, with a massive, mane-like cluster surrounding the base of its neck.

Stella tilted her head. I'm guessing you're Sinnarab.

Sinnarab stopped, and rose up on its hind legs. He let out a deafening roar, that sounded mixed with the grinding of gears, and the crystals lacing his body began to glow a soft lavender. The other dinosaurs spread out as he brought his titanic front legs down and turned the ground directly beneath his feet to crystal, which was quickly shattered.

"Angie, just go! You can still get back!"

"I'm not leaving without you guys!"

Item #: SCP-3940

taylor_itkin, for finding an errant tab-end

2946:

2378:

2431:

1347-1353-J:

2381:

2491: 1497??

2456:

2497:

3456:

The Coming Nightmare:

3500:

3700: 2305

3728:

3702:

HIMYM: 2305

3710:

3703: 2875

REWORKED VERSION

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: All collected documentation and information of the true nature and origin of SCP-3031 is to be restricted to personnel with 4/3031 clearance or above. A description of the syndrome arising from immunity to SCP-3031 is to be edited and disseminated to personnel with insufficient clearance.

MTF Epsilon-7 agents are to be discreetly inserted into several neuroscience research centers in order to completely negate the risk of civilian organizations discovering the existence of SCP-3031 through mnestics.

Usage of Foundation satellites to search for SCP-3031-Omega has been requested. something something they're still talking it over

Description: All documentation and information regarding SCP-3031 has been pieced together from data fragments received from the Extra-Temporal/Reality Receiver located in Communications Site-11921. These transmissions share a timestamp dated from 2330 AD.

SCP-3031 appears to be an engineered parasite, similar in appearance and function to oligodendrocytes22. SCP-3031 is extremely difficult to distinguish from ordinary brain matter without extremely detailed microscopy or some other bs excuse

SCP-3031 instances primarily attach to neurons in the limbic system and encase them in a previously unseen variant of ordinary myelin. This myelin includes an average 5% increased amount of sphingomyelin protein and traces (<0.02%) of a complex protein labeled 3031-U23.

Approximately 0.00089% of the human population are immune or resistant to SCP-3031 infestation. Due to SCP-3031's tendency to irreversibly integrate itself into neural systems, immunity to the parasite severely inhibits the rate of formation of myelin sheaths in the neurons of the brain, leading to complications. In particular, SCP-3031 appears to be heavily associated with the mechanisms responsible for the perception of fear in the human brain.

SCP-3031 instances are capable of absorbing and emitting signals seemingly at random. Preliminary studies suggest that SCP-3031 is responsible for up to 10% of all brain activity in regions affected by it.

SCP-3031 is most often found in the right amygdala, where it forms clusters of three to ten instances. These conglomerates appear to be sentient, and are capable of moving throughout the amygdala and attaching and detaching to neurons at will.

Rarely, sufficiently large conglomerates of SCP-3031 may migrate to the prefrontal cortex. These migrations are hypothesized to target the centers commonly associated with creativity and ingenuity.

SCP-3031-Omega is a large-scale entity theorized to exist based on blah blah blah from the note

accessing Site-119 databaseaccessing subsection 3031retrieving filesaccess overview.fdoc
Project Second Chance is designed to temporally induce a reality shift approximately 1 million years in the past. This is to be accomplished in two stages.

Stage 1: Construct an Enhanced Xyank-Palanez Retro-Temporal Shift Equalizer (EXPERTISE) capable of safely tunnelling at least 106 years in time. The EXPERTISE is designed to open multiple interconnected rifts into several, closely-connected points in the timeline, allowing for staggered transfer of mass and information across an entire era without destroying the causality of the base timeline. Current theories support the theoretical basis for such a device.

Stage 2: Use the EXPERTISE to propagate Asset-7491 throughout the early hominid population. Payloads consisting of dormant spores of Asset-7491 are to be spread via aerosol across freshwater bodies across Northern Africa and the Fertile Crescent over a period of 5000 years at 10-year intervals.

Stage 3: [DATA LOST] half tempted to give in and make this step "throw 140 back in the past"

If you are listening then there is a 99.4% chance that Project Second Chance was successful, and a 89.2% chance that you have already received the documents or overview of what exactly that entailed, so it is unnecessary to repeat myself. I will simply say that my civilization and my species required desperate actions to ensure their survival and I did what was necessary. Involved discussion about the ethics or morality of this decision can be left to those who are safe because of it.

I have attached the surviving information we have recovered on the entity add some stuff here. hint SK without anything concrete to that effect, maybe even throw in some sweet DATA LOSTs in there

Special Containment Procedures: Please don't refer to SCP-GAW-J by its designation, it doesn't like that. We need to be extra nice to it, so go ahead and call it by whatever name they prefer.

SCP-GAW-J is to be provided a state-of-the-art laptop with internet connection, so it can stay connected to all the wonderful, perfect people in its chatroom. But don't peek over its shoulder or try to trace the connection, because, uh, reasons.

Description: SCP-GAW-J is a small anomalous object, details unimportant. Attached to SCP-GAW-J during recovery was a series of printed out chatlogs.

Addendum WHAT-YOU-CAME-HERE-FOR:

~ fritteriron has joined the channel.fritteriron: hey friendstotesrelatable: yo what's up, you haven't been to #site19 this place in a while, you doing ok?fritteriron: [ANGST EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF O5 COMMAND]totallynotasiteuser: thats roughtotallynotasiteuser offers fritteriron a Senzu beantotallynotasiteuser was kicked (Reason: Wrong anime reference, doofus.)~ totallynotasiteuser has joined the channel.totallynotasiteuser: hey if i legaly change my name to joseph joestar will u forgive mebones: Of course.fritteriron: anyways, back to my angst. if only there were a way 2 deal with my #relatable problemscommunismrules: if only we had, like, magical powers that let us do whatever we wantwhiteout: hey speakin of wichwhiteout: a republican got elected in my hometownfritteriron: NOOOOOtotallynotasiteuser: THE END OF THE WORLDtotesrelatable: LET'S JUST BURN AMERICA TO THE GROUNDwhiteout: so i've decided to take actionwhiteout: gonna make some weird objects and share them with you weirdosfritteriron: good planwhiteout: yeah originally i was gonna use my powers to you know, actually make a change, but fuck that noisebones: Wise choice.fritteriron: best thing is that if you never act, u never hurt anyone else and you can maintain an air of pacifist superiority literally 4ever

If you're reading this, then that means I'm dead. Hopefully I went out in a really badass way and they declassify it within your lifetime.

I know I could have been a better sister to you. I know I could have been around more, I should have helped you out more. I realize that now, and I'm sorry. Please take care of Mom and Dad for me.

I know you always looked up to me, although some days I can't really see why. I remember you once told me, one night when we were little, that you wanted to be me.

I'm begging you, don't set your bar that low. I want you to be better than me. I want you to go farther, reach higher, push harder than I ever did. Dad always said it's our job to make the world a little better for the people that come after us. Even if I couldn't manage that, I'd like to die knowing I at least helped by proxy, through you. I know you can. But don't do it for me, don't do it for Mom or Dad. Do it for yourself.

Everyone will focus on your brains or whatever. They're wrong. It's your heart. I see it every time I look at you. You truly see the good in people; you always try your hardest to make every situation even the slightest bit better. Never let anyone or anything take that away from you.

Ursula

Item #: SCP-3738

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Embedded agents in automobile companies are to program their cars to make them incapable of making that shape

Description: SCP-3738 is a specific geometric shape. When a motor vehicle's center of mass traces out at least one loop of SCP-3738, other vehicles in the vicinity will move through various means until the vehicle that invoked SCP-3738 (hereafter designated SCP-3738-1) is able to park legally. The rate of this process is inversely proportional to the radius of the SCP-3738 instance formed.

Extensive testing using a specially designed car have revealed the cause of SCP-3738's effect to be an entity designated SCP-3738-2…

Palsinnor lay on the shattered earth, breathing shallowly. She looked up at her mother.
"I'm sorry."
Kelmura's hands fluttered as she pulled and grasped every thread she could. "Hold on. I can still save you."
"Mother."
"Don't let go-"
"Mother. Please."
Kelmura stepped back. She knew she could not prolong her daughter's last moments much more. She closed her eyes and placed a comparatively small hand on Palsinnor's blood stained head as the sun began to dip below the horizon.
"Do it. The weave pattern I showed you."
Dreamweaving. Palsinnor's chosen specialty. Try as she might, Kelmura could never quite grasp the style as she had others.
"How do you know it will work?"
"It will, Mother."
Together they spoke as one, as Kelmura wove the seal with her daughter's soul as a thread.
"My eyes and yours look upon the same stars. I would take your hand, if you would just reach up once more."
The glowing lines wrapped and weaved through Palsinnor's body. A single thread went straight to Kelmura.

The stars twinkled in the twilight. Palsinnor's body dissolved into glittering dust and her eyes closed one last time, as she no longer needed to see the stars.

She now danced to the music of their dreams.

driveryllium → weryllium

<weryllium> The bus flies past, as if to taunt me
<stormworken> Too high off the ground for you to board?<weryllium> It's mocking the fact that I've come crawling back to it<weryllium> I see the sneer of its taillights as I run towards the stop, yet fall short
<DrBleep> weryllium pffffttt<weryllium> I wave my arms desperately. The bus seems to see this as a pathetic, sarcastic greeting. It picks up speed, the black smoke from its pipes blasting my body<weryllium> I sit in a false oasis, alone in a strange land, abandoned by one I once called a friend
<stormworken> Wave your arms fast enough to achieve flight and chase after it
<DrMagnus> Beautiful.<weryllium> The bus schedule is printed on this sign, this effigy of a tree that provides no shade. It, too, is covered in pathetic lies.<weryllium> I look upon the horizon
<stormworken> And it's full of bees
<DrBleep> weryllium I just… what are you doing<weryllium> There, behind a single, ominous red light. The next bus has come for me, after all. I weep a single tear of joy<weryllium> I take a seat. The faded blue plastic, once so familiar, feels alien now in its caress.<weryllium> I have never been on this particular bus, nor traveled its fated path. And yet, in my heart of hearts, I can feel it.<weryllium> It will take me home.
<NineVolt> weryllium: Good draft would upvote if posted
<weryllium> Ok I'm done
<Orionbasher> weryllium: please miss your stop
<Orionbasher> This is my new copypasta<weryllium> my stop is at the end of this path. The bus and I will end our journey together, only to each embark on another.<weryllium> Our destinies are linked.
<Zhange> and then you banged the bus
<taylor_iOStkin> Zhange why
<Orionbasher> I will spam it on the messageboards. I will spam it on the help pages. I will spam it to my friends
<Orionbasher> Is that how the speech goes
<Orionbasher> "we will spam them on the beaches"
<Orionbasher> Ggwp<weryllium> Once again, I sit where I had sat hundreds of times.
<NineVolt> weryllium: Is this your new novel<weryllium> The air conditioning roars solemnly. The bright sunlight blazing through the windows is incongruous with how I remember taking this path in the dusky hours.<weryllium> This journey is familiar, yet foreign at the same time.
(later)
<weryllium> I now have the odd urge to write a skip about a bus but chubert's was just too good

and the town just coagulates and then do homework but

Description:

Idk I guess the town is like a body? and houses are the red blood cells, so when the border of the town is interfered with, houses come out and clot the hole.

Guillermo Gutierrez lay awake, listening to the wind rattle the walls of his residence. He sat up to take a drink of water. A red dragon and a blue tyrannosaur sat at the corners of his room, barely visible in the dim moonlight. The dragon appeared to be sleeping, while the dinosaur looked over a canvas. Finally she spoke.

"What troubles your mind and stays your head from sleep?"

Guillermo set the water bottle down. "Oh, Palsinnor. What are you guys doing here, anyway? I thought you were still bound to the painting."

The gears comprising half of her face moved silently. "We have not been called upon in months. It is likely that the Foundation has concealed it. I would have visited your friend once more, but I did not feel that would be wise."

"Good call."

"My threads stretch through all worlds and all times, anyway."

"What is it with you and fabric, anyway? Leicel never references it."

"I am a Dreamweaver. It is simply the analogy I like to use the most. You are a Weaver too, even if you refuse to recognize it."

19. The FAITH scale ranges from 0 to 10 and the tests are calibrated for each species. For comparison, on this scale mice score a 0.5-0.9, corvids score a 4.1-4.5, dolphins score a 5.9-6.3, and great apes score from 8.2-8.8. An average human is assigned a score of 10.